The next forty-five minutes were uneventful. It wasn't until he took his break and was walking toward the employee lot that he came upon the two of them again.
Little Timmy was standing by the back bumper of a shiny white Lexus heaving his guts, with his mother patting his shoulder and saying, "Now, sweetie, I tried to tell you all that sugar wasn't a good idea."
Not looking all that hot yourself there, Mom. But then again, you're larger than he is so it may take more time for you...
Unable to resist, he sang out, "Have a great night!" and waved merrily at them as he passed.
When he got to his motorhome, he made a quick sandwich and grabbed his book to look up something while he ate. He flipped to the bookmarked page and ran his right index finger down the middle until he found the pas
