Money talks But it don’t sing and dance And it don’t walk Try telling that to Arlene who bills herself “the best natural attraction west of the Mississippi” and see how far it gets you. In fact, money’ll get you a hot breakfast after a long night on the road. It’ll get you Neil Diamond on the jukebox and a little something to fill your flask with from under the counter. It’ll get you one button undone after another, if Arlene’s in the mood to back up her claim. There are no postcards of the vista she affords, so she’ll tell you to take a mental picture and send it to yourself in your old age. There’s a sign says RETIREMENT FUND on the tip jar, and if you have to ask who for, Arlene’ll slap you upside the head no matter who you are. If you don’t give generously enough, her husband will shoot your tires out as you leave.
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