Blog Blogger: BIG MOUTHFULS went inside, and she thumbed through the menu of offerings. The titles made her blanch and make gross-out noises, but I could tell she was intrigued by all of them. She finally chose something called "Trading Pussies," a hardcore goof on home improvement shows, and was all ready to select it when she stopped.
"Where's my cell?" she asked, and ran back to her room to get it. After a pause, I heard her talking to someone, and from her exasperated drone, I could tell it was a parent. She came back in, holding her cell phone and rolling her eyes.