Burning Tahlequah.
Its been a while since I wrote here. First off, I have a wedding website to keep track of all the hullaballoo that is going on with that ceremony and reception. Its www.ryan-megan.com. Second, I have a job working at a Tanning Salon/Copy Shop/Liquor Store.
The thing about this trifecta of business ventures is that no one of those businesses would survive in such a small town. You may be asking, “How on earth could a liquor store not be a lucrative business in a town with such an impoverished and bereft peoples?” Well, the answer is that there is roughly one liquor store for every 3 people. There are also about one car wash for every 2 people. I’m still not sure about that.
Anyway the thing about the Super-Shop I work at is the smells. I’ve noticed that different people, girls mostly, have wildly different smells after they bake themselves in the tanning beds.
Most often, the smell is burnt sweat. Its not entirely grotesque, but its the kind of smell you smell in your stomach, and your stomach doesn’t like it much.
A little less often, but more alarming is the smell of BBQ. This is a mystery, but how a girl goes into a tanning bed and comes out leaving the smell of deliciously seasoned and cooked pork butt is a– never mind.
Finally, the rarest and most alarming smell of all is that of fruit loops. How the fuck does that work?
March 6th, 2008 at 9:10 pm by rl