What was suppose to be a quick in n out pit stop wasn't so for 6 chauns. After 37 minutes of "sheep, sheep, sheep," some random Pringles, sunflower seeds were purchased, and, I believe, 5/6 were able to successfully use the restroom. It didn't help that the most Pleabus version of goldy locks was roaming the store with her entourage, slowing us down as we gawked (no, that is not a wig - yes, those are bear slippers and vending machine tats are her arm - too bad you can't see the glasses and pot belly - I believe they were buying blow bubbles, airheads, and fun-dip). Before we exited, Josh was seen standing disheveled at the door saying, "we need to get out of here before I start banging my head with a hammer."
Just another successful misadventure for the chauns!
