car hopping

two nights ago i was in the rio spa, talking to an attendant there.

"what're you up to tonight, b1?"

"after my steam, i'm goin' to SONIC.  it's wacky pack wednesday!"

"that's funny.  you know i used to car hop at SONIC ..."

"really?  what was it like?"

up to this point, it was a normal conversation ... but this was the turning point where the attendant became very animated.  "oh, it was a great job.  i loved it.  the only problem was they used old time four wheel box skates with the brake on the toe ... and i was used to inlines with a brake on the back ... it made it almost impossible for me to stop ... during happy hour, you might have a tray full of route 44s ... that thing was heavy."

"did you ever drop one?"

"no, i came close, but never did ... what  was common, though, was for me to go crashing into a car i was skating up to ... not that that was all bad ... in fact i learned really fast that whenever you did that, people would tip you five bucks.

"i'd slam into a car -WHAM!- and the driver was always, like, 'honey, are you okay?' and tip me a five dollar bill ... especially the women ... you see a woman with a car full of kids?  that's five bucks waiting to happen."