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Floor in the back seat (passenger side).
Eric: "Dave, what is the black "mask" thing?
Dave: "Adrianne disdained the visor on her new bicycle helmet, and she simply removed and dropped the attachment on the vehicle floor, rather than burden herself with disposing of it more appropriately. Like me, she figured that "life is too short to live at either that level of accumulation or logistical control." to that end, I have provided both a parental example and a parental encouragement."
Eric: "What about the tickets that have the word "Jungle" stamped on them.
Dave: "The Jungle is now one of two (not counting Chucky Cheese, which is mostly video games) 'children's holding tanks' in the San Jose area. The other is Bambula, both of which replaced the inexplicably closed Bullwinkle's. These establishments allow children to roar and thunder in a fascinating confined space while the parents wait or, in my case, read and drink very old coffee at $2.00 a cup. The parent's station is at ground-zero for children's commotion (unlike Bambula), and parents may not abandon their children therein. Video games are a Vegas-scourge that depletes one's money very quickly, like any computer application. For every $50.00 worth of game play, tickets are awarded to the child for about $1.50 worth of toy. $200.00 worth of tickets entitle the child to a very cheap transistor radio. Young children usually refrain from discarding these tickets, preferring to leave them on the vehicle floor for handy retrieval should they manage to inveigle an already besieged father into taking them, once again, into the jungle."
The video game aspect makes it sound like this place is a gaming palace for children.
The envelope is a PG & E bill - opened but undealt with. On some occasions, while riding as a passenger, I have discerned unopened PG & E bills that had actually yellowed with age. A cavalier disdain for statistical control indeed.
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