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A friend and I were riding on a favorite backroad in Utah when we pulled into the town of Hanna. Now Hanna is not what you’d call a happenin’ place. The gas station, grocery store, bar and town hall are basically the same room.

So after several miles of some fine twisties, me and my buddy dismounted from the saddles of our late model rice rockets in our matching leathers and entered the primary commercial establishment. Our purpose was the usual of filling our biological tanks and disposal of a bit of waste product. As we entered a teenage female working the register said “Are you guys riding those motorcycles?” Now, before I tell you my response, you have to realize what a ridiculous question this was. The normal patrons of this establishment are agriculturally based and are typically festooned in Wranglers and Stetsons. In our colorful leather outfits, we were about as common as space aliens. So, ask a silly question, get a silly answer.

“No, Honey, we’re super heroes” was my witty retort. Not bad for a unprepared one-liner. Now for just the glimmer of a moment, the look on her face was one of startled belief, but it was quickly displaced by indignation at my snide remark.

So, my friend and I went about our consumer and waste management business. The cooler near the door contained one of my favorite treats, a Big Ed’s Flying Saucer, which is basically an ice cream sandwich that uses chocolate chip cookies instead of the usual dark brown carboard like substance for an external covering. I also picked up a Red Bull to assist my alertness for the coming miles.

Due to my earlier comment, as I walked up to the counter I knew I was in for some harassment (which I frequently enjoy). So as I placed the items on the counter, my new nemesis’ first comment was, “that’s not good for you”

My response, “But, It’s super hero food” and I added, “Besides, it’s the top of the food pyramid!”

Silent during the earlier exchange, another comparably young female behind the counter looked up from conducting some other sort store business and choose this moment to offer her opinion, “That’s not the top of the food pyramid”

“Really?”, I replied.

“Chocolate’s the top”, was her insightful comeback. I pondered the fact that I’d been bested by a young country girl at my own word game. So to acknowledge her accumen, my final utterance, “You’re the smart one, aren’t you?”

Rhino