Those 70ish Girls

Pt. 5: The tour guide took the group out for breakfast. It was a sunny bright busy day in Deadlumber.  The young busy waitress was running around busily taking orders. The restaurant downstairs was busy with families and tourists enjoying their morning meal.
Their busy as a bee waitress took the group’s order. First the waitress took Lav’s order.  Gus went next, but the waitress paused and said, “I can’t take your order …. I can only take orders in clockwise order.”  The tour group looked at her, all eyes focused on her. Time stopped. The tour group took a breath.
Gus looked surprised, he stopped, staring, then politely said, “All right. Go ahead MG.”
MG and the tour guide followed directions. The waitress took their orders in clockwise order around the table.  (We knew we were just tourists.)
This was after all, the most important meal of their day. A busy day. After breakfast and packing up, saying good bye, the Tour Guide drove the group for two hours to their next destination:  Odrum Mackenzie.
It was a long drive to Odrum, but our tour guide kept us entertained. Somehow. Also, MG was interviewed via satellite inside the car by a very important news reporter, BARBARA Walters. But she kinda looked like Lav Yeckel.
As the tired tour group checked into their Odrum motel, they were happy to be told by the motel hostess that they each had their own room.  They were given info cards to fill out and keycard envelopes with strange codes written in the corners. The road weary warriors set down their heavy suitcases and bags. They waited for the guide to park the limo… they waited a long time because it wasn’t a limo. It was a car.
Lav asked the motel hostess, “Where is my room ? What room number do I
have? When is breakfast served?” (Lav asked a lot of questions.)
“Tut tut!” Interrupted the motel hostess. “I will give complete instructions and go over your orientation after all in your party have filled out your cards and are together here in front of my front desk!”
She was handling us like the tourists we were, tired, impatient and stressed.
“Do you want us to stand here at attention and in alphabetical order? We are used to being addressed in a clockwise order, if that helps,” MG informed her.
“Now, now, motel protocol requires I give the lecture, er, informative directions after you are entirely registered. I am NOT telling you individually.”
Our group waited. After all, we were only guests. (WHOOPS TITLE OF FILM SHOULD SAY TOURISTS NOT VISITORS…VISITORS ARE GUESTS…TOURISTS ARE NOT GUESTS, GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD!)