Thursday, December 15, 2005

Frito pie girl

"What's the other name for Frito pie?" she asked from behind the counter at the Citgo station on the way to the beach.

There's another name?

"Oh, sure. You know, for Frito paaaaaaaah."

She had a ponytail and two little plastic clips holding back the sides of her bangs.

"What day is it?" she asked. "I lose track of what day it is when I work here."

I can imagine.

A guy in a gimme cap was unloading a stack of the local weekly paper's latest edition. He dumped them on the end of the counter and picked up the stack of last week's leftovers.

"Naw, what day is it?" she asked again.

"It has to be Thursday," said the newspaper guy.

"How come?" she said.

"Because I'm here," he said.

"I'm really in the mood for Frito pie," she said. "Or whatever you call it."

24 Comments:

Blogger Jarjar Barbar III said...

Awesome.

9:43 PM  
Blogger Gene said...

not that it's really pertinent, but Google seems to think "Frito Pie" is a/k/a:

Chili Cheese Pie
or
Chili Casserole

Such haute cuisine must include processed cheese, to be authentic. Hence, I find the Frito Pie recipe on TexasCooking.com to be spot on.

We now return to life along the Texas beach, where girls in gimme caps, musing about nonsense, is de rigeur ..

7:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What the hell is a 'gimme cap'?

10:02 AM  
Blogger Mark said...

I was going to axe -- or in the archaic form, ASK -- the same question, but I figured it must be the kind of logo baseball cap that companies give out for free.

So I didn't ask. Which probably means I'm wrong.

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Google does not think. That's why it's no evil.

A gimme cap is a cap held as a cup, as when you go 'gimme'... please...

11:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mark, you are only partially wrong about being wrong. A gimme cap is roughly as you described—as in “please give me that free cap, sir/madam”. The cap is free, usually very ugly (subjectively speaking of course), disproportional and made of synthetic materials. There are exceptions however, such as a highly desirable and authentic John Deere cap one may receive when purchasing a high dollar tractor.

My response is from the perspective of a country boy learning to write…

11:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And to think why all my friends that moved away can't understand what I love about living on the coast.

5:42 PM  
Blogger GrumpyGringo said...

Nothing live disparaging the locals who clean your hotel room, pump your gas, etc...

Don't you bitch when SMU/HP kids do this?

6:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

John Deere cap? Sheeit! I would cut off something for one of those.

6:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't see the post as disparaging... rather, a sad comment on the lives of service people in general. To have a job that is so mind-numbing that you don't know what DAY it is -- eek.

Personally, it also sounds like a good reason to stay in school, if only to avoid those kinds of jobs.

Read Barbara Erinrich (sp??) "Nickel and Dimed"...

6:38 AM  
Blogger Ian said...

What's a frito pie, that's what I'd like to know. Sounds raunchy too!

3:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"To have a job that is so mind-numbing that you don't know what DAY it is -- eek."


Of course, that's it...
The service industry types are too dumb to know how pointless their lives are....
If they were only smart like college professors and SMU students, they'd understand.

8:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Urban Dictionary has an entry for Frito® pie:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=frito+pie

2:00 AM  
Blogger G. Brooke said...

Wow, look at all the trolls out and about. Maybe its migratory season or something.

All pointless and baiting comments about whether service employees are "stupid" aside: man, do I well know that weird mental space that comes from an unchanging environment and dull, repetitive tasks. Sitting in the back room of the car wash in my rubber yellow pants (or McDonald's back room, in my polyester; or the dishroom, in my apron). "What day is it?" Marking the days by the newspaper guy, like an inmate marks them by walks in the yard. Whew.

Nicely captured!

9:49 AM  
Blogger SuperHolmie said...

Um.... I teach 9th grade. You haven't even begun to see the vacant "mental space" the service industry will endure in, say, 4 years. Thank God for online shopping.

12:17 PM  
Blogger Gene said...

Were the Beach People College Gradjiates? If so, here's a read: Reading Skills in Decline for College Graduates

1:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i am awsome

9:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

why sould you listen
to those who do not hear
when those who cannot hear
are the ones
who tune out the world

9:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fear is living
living without fear
is living a lie

but living in fear
gives you no choice

9:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

look in the mirror
and ask yourself why
why am i living this
time after time
am i given a choice
or inevitable fate
should i curl up and cry
or is it already to late

9:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i rely on time
and time relys on me
if it stopped whoud i stop
whould i know
would i care
has it stopped just right now
and i don't even know
can we ever tell
whould we want to
i don't know

9:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Poet. Guess you're so focused on the apostraphe debate you forgot to check your spelling. Yikes!

12:28 PM  
Blogger theprofessor said...

I didn't mean my "Frito Pie" observation to be disparaging at all! It's local color. Just one of those overheard snatches of dialogue that are so real life that they're unforgettable. The girl was sweet and pretty and obviously bored out of her mind working at a Gas 'n' Sip in a closed-up beach town in the middle of winter. She engaged everyone who walked in the door in a little piece of funny conversation. You have to love that.

8:09 AM  
Anonymous highschoolkid07 said...

I see that sometime. Things that are so... life-ish that I want to write it and remember it. Hehe.

Someone should make a book of it. Like how they make Chicken Soup or some person with too much time on their hands collect people's stuff (or like postsecret). Someone should make a book because I would read it.

10:07 PM  

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