Here’s a bit of found art from the long, long drive to Colorado. I took this in a convenience store in one of the vowel states. (Ohio, Indiana, Illinois… I can’t remember now.) A machine extruded this cheese-like substance for your nachos. Tasty.
On the drive back, we stayed a night in a West Virginia Day’s Inn. The next morning at breakfast, we overheard this snatch of conversation:
woman with a rural accent: Yeah, I got them to do my nails, but they didn’t do as good a job as that other place… they filed my toenails all the way down to the meat!
That moment marked the official end point of our vacation.