From the “Only on Route 66” files:
This evening, a drag queen with enormous fake boobs and a screaming fucshia wig walked into my lobby, wearing a pink miniskirt, pink camo tights, a “save the ta-tas” T-shirt, and a pair of glittery, calf-high Chucks the same approximate color as Pepto-Bismol.
Smiling cheerfully from beneath sparkly fake eyelashes, Miss Salome Ehnrei explained that she was walking the length of Route 66 to raise money for an organization that provides makeovers and wigs to women undergoing cancer treatments.
“I get to feel pretty every day, and they should, too,” Miss Salome explained.
I gave her a room, dinner, and a donation. As far as I’m concerned, anybody willing to hike 2,448 miles in calf-high Chuck Taylors just to lift other people’s spirits ought to succeed in that mission.
Joey — who walked to the truck stop a couple of hours ago to buy purple Gatorade for our guest — has now decided that I need some glittery shoes so I can “look pretty like Miss Salome.”
I told him I’d take that under advisement….