Someone had set fire to a truck full of fireworks on the highway to welcome the Spanish National Team to Chattanooga, Tennessee. It only partly slowed traffic down — folks had places to be, after all; no need to make a goat rope — and Lamine Yamal had slept through the whole thing, with his teammates teasing him for doing so when he woke up, and Lamine Yamal was Jerry’s favorite player — it was why he did it and all, even though I told him not to get too Jodie Foster with his enthusiasm, but does he listen to me? No, sir. Trying to get that man to listen is like trying to play Battleship with the sea — we’re playing two different games, and Lord knows there are only so many hours in the day. Anyway, that’ll be $47.50. Will that be cash, credit, or — oh, I’m sorry. I flat out charged you for nothing and you’ve only just walked in. I’m so sorry. Where’s my head? Here, clearly, but also not. I’m so sorry. Do your thing and come back to me and we’ll talk.