A close-up of this girl's face should reveal the words on her lips -- do turkeys have lips? Anyway, I don't think I can print what she told the foolishly stoic, broken hearted figures of the two Toms that day. I don't know, I think there's just something not quite right about a guy with a blue face, unless he's with Blue Man Group!
Meanwhile we are stopping traffic behind us because, once again, the Toms decide to try to lure the girls away--this time into the parking lot of Pull Tabs, the sports bar next door [specializing in meat raffles every Sunday]. As they file in front of our car, one of the girls stops to look at our right front tire. I fully expected that she would look up at me and suggest we get some air in that tire. I think it looked a little low to her.