Slowly turning around, Tim observed a bearded man with a fishing cap c****d to the side of his head standing next to him. The man puffed on a cigarette.
“Not long until even Wal-Mart will have to ban smoking in the parking lot,” the man said.
Tim chuckled. “Yea, nobody wants to piss off the anti-smoking Gestapo.”
The stranger sensed that he had not offended.
“Traveling far?” he man inquired as he took another drag on the cigarette.
“Almost there,” responded Tim, turning quickly away, as a woman approached them. She wore a paisley top, exposing a chubby mid-drift, and culottes so tight that they produced a substantial muffin top. As she gave the man a peck on the cheek, Tim saw a dragon tattoo on her left calf and a scorpion on her right.
The woman rubbed the man on his gargantuan
