Not long ago, maybe three months. We were driving to Houston to visit my parents, and they had given us directions
to my father's hotel, where we had a room. I had never been in this part of town very often, and I wasn't sure if we
had gone too far on the tollroad and passed the building. I called my mother on the phone.
PAMIE
Mom, is it this exit?
MOM
(on phone)
Honey, I think you still have a few exits to go.
ERIC
Ask her how many tolls?
PAMIE
How many tolls?
MOM
(faintly)
John, how many tolls?
DAD
(faintly)
Two.
MOM
Two.
PAMIE
Two.
ERIC
Then we haven't passed it. We haven't hit one yet.
PAMIE
We haven't hit one yet.
MOM
Then you're doing fine.
PAMIE
Ooh, here's one coming up.
MOM
Tell him you want the cash only line, and not the--
PAMIE
Can we go through the EZ lane?
ERIC
EZ lane? Okay!
MOM
No! That's for the people with the cards where you just drive through.
PAMIE
Go to Cash Only. We don't have the drive through card thing.
MOM
Make sure he goes to cash only.
ERIC
There are so many lines!
PAMIE
That one is closed, go to that one with the line.
ERIC
I don't want to wait in a line.
PAMIE
Hold on, I'll get you some cash. How much is it?
MOM
A dollar.
ERIC
I think a dollar.
PAMIE
Okay, I have a dollar.
And then...
