gas station errands

All right: the one scene I remember is riding in a car with parents around south STL, in a high-rise area with lots of heavy-traffic surface roads with complex intersections (taking up a lot of space, so that the buildings were somewhat sparse) that I’d been through once or twice before; it was a sunny late morning. We stopped at a gas station to the west of one intersection; there was a machine under its canopy, about the size of a large water cooler, into which we deposited a couple thermoses’ worth of peach juice (which was the color of strawberry milk; the thermoses were transparent orange plastic, I think), and subsequently I think we filled the thermoses back up with water from the machine. Odd.

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