The backstory: At our campground on Cape Cod, there are coin-operated hot showers. 25 cents will buy you plenty of time to shower (well, if you shower regularly, it will). JT got so sweaty and dirty while we were camping that I took to joking that he might require a 50 cent shower. He generally demurred on such festivities, taking on the colonial attitude that a once-a-season bath was plenty good enough.
When we arrived in Jersey, we stopped to pick up sandwiches for supper and that afforded me the chance to take a look at his feet, then clad in flip flops instead of his beloved Keens. Those lines you see are not tan lines……I was horrified.
Mama: Oh, honey. Look at your feet.
JT: What?
Mama: That's a lot of dirt, son.
JT: Yup. We might be looking at a 75 cent shower on this one.
'Nuf said.
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