Finally, with carts full, the twosome were ready to line up for one of the many cashiers. There was a lengthy discussion as to who would go to what cashier-- heaven forbid they went to the same one. They knew from previous experience that their banter would drive the cashier nutters, thus forcing the cashier to slow down or even stop. That would never do! Once their purchases were completed, they again lined up in separate queues. about six feet apart, to have their receipts checked against what was in their carts. Both lines were very slow-moving. Being impatient, the twosome started comparing whose line was moving faster. Rory was instructed, in no uncertain terms, not to chat with others in either line and/or the doorman. "Just get on out!"
Despite the reminder to remember where the car was parked, neither had a clue. Rory finally remembered the approximate location "out front" and reminded Bess that their car was red in the front somewhere. Unfortunately, there was a number of red cars 'out front'. The twosome were reduced to playing 'Find the Car'. After a few detours and false hopes AND Bess loading her stuff into the back seat of the wrong red car, they found the correct red vehicle. Rory got her fob out to open the doors and screeched, "The freaking fob won't open the damn doors!" In response, Bess started an endless lecture interspersed with instructions as to what to do and how to do it. Rory snapped back. The ladies getting into the car next to them, one of whom Rory almost hit when parking, had noticed Bess and Rory's exchanges in the store and now were listening to the heated discussion currently going on. The older woman of the two, the one with the cane, asked if Bess and Rory were friends. Wasn't it obvious that they were like close sisters, considering the biting barks and hissing being flung about? If they were not, they would have killed each other long ago with a blistering barrage of choice words and frantic finger wagging. The older women excused themselves and got into their car rather quickly and rolled down their windows lest they miss what happened next. Bess and Rory went back to the current crisis at hand. In desperation, Rory racked her brain as to what to do to get the doors opened. Aha, she remembered there was a key within the fob itself. She retrieved the key which indeed opened the doors but also set off a horrific screeching wail. Rory tried to start the engine. No luck. The wailing continued. A crowd had gathered. Rory told the onlookers that she'd be serving cocktails in an hour.
Finally a lovely youngish man strutted over. He was real eye candy for older women! He commented that his mother had the same make of car and she had experienced the same predicament. He then showed Rory the solution- a very simple one that required no skill, just perfect for Rory. Bess and Rory were profuse in their thanks. The ladies parked next to them thanked Bess and Rory
for the entertainment and asked if they'd be performing the same day, same time next week.
