"Good job there, impressive. Ya know, if you ever get bored back on the island, sure I could find some things to keep ya busy around the shop," Dwight said with a teasing wink. He then grabbed the book and settled back under the newly provided light and started reading from the book.
"Enjoy games including High Strike, Ring Toss, Rocket Launch, Ladder Climb, Bean Bag Toss, Bust a Balloon, SkeeBall, Water Gun Shootout, Baseball Slugger, and...." Dwight laughed and looked at Miguel as he read the last one listed, "Spider Crawl."
He continued reading down the list. "Rides include but are not limited to, Easy Ride Coaster, Two Story Slide, High Swings, Gravitron, Fun House, and more. Food and exhibits include farm animals, craft exhibits, a classic car show, garden contests, and a chilli cookoff on....oh lucky us... tomorrow!"
Miguel rolled his eyes. "Do I even want to know what the Spider Crawl is? Definitely in for the chili, hold the farm animals, antique cars could be interesting, and if you need engineering help, just let me know."
He leaned back on the bed. "How far from here is that?"
"Not familiar with that one, honestly... sounds, ummm special," Dwight said with an eye roll of his own. "Let's see... according to this map thingy....looks like it's only about a fifteen to twenty minute drive to the fairgrounds. So, we could spend the day there then do one more night here or we can check out in the morning, hit the fair for a bit, then head on to wherever we end up next."
Miguel thought about that. "Hit it and move on? Unless there's something else around here you want to do." He was betting not, but you never knew.
"Naw, I'm good to keep pushing on. Spend the afternoon there then head on. Should give us plenty of time to make it someplace else for the night. And worse case, SUV isn't too bad for a one night sleep in a pinch," Dwight said, speaking with the air of someone who had done it a few times before.
"Dibs on the roof," Miguel said. "Unless it's raining." He'd put up with the hard surface for the chance to stretch out. "Or I can just keep driving; I can make do on a little less sleep than normal. Anyway, it sounds like fun. Or at least interesting."
He grabbed the bag of empanadas and started in on one, holding the bag out to Dwight. "Were there restaurants listed in that thing, or do we need to go looking for dinner?"
"Sounds good. We can make a final decision tomorrow once we see how things go." Dwight reached in the bag for an empanada and flipped a few pages farther in the little book. "There's a good selection around the area it seems. Not too many fancy places which is fine. Don't think either of us are in the mood for dealing with waiters and what not. Looks like we got a little of everything... pizza, Italian, Chinese, fast food, sub shops... so I don't think we will be lacking for a place to grab something. Most places still do delivery so we shouldnt have any issues."
"Chinese," Miguel decided. "That's not bad, even here. Not sure if the better stuff's because I'm from the future or it's just Nueva - New - York," or possibly because he was a snob, "but the stuff on the island's good enough. Is there a menu? Or a name, so we can look one up?"
"It's called the China Star. There's this weird looking picture thingy here under their listing. Says scan for menu... whatever that means?" Dwight said, scratching his head. Look, he was bad enough with catching up on a decade of tech advancement. He had no clue what a QR-Code was.
"It means to take a picture of it with your phone," Miguel said. "You know how to use the camera on yours?" He paused. "Does yours have a camera, or is it even more vintage?"
"Yeah... it's got a camera. Taken a few pics with it...think they are still on there somewhere." Dwight pulled out his phone and unlocked it. "So just... take a picture of this then.... Oh ok that is cool..." he said, grinning as he looked at the menu that pulled up on the screen,
"Dragged kicking and screaming into this century," Miguel said, grinning. He took out his own phone and grabbed a picture, too, looking over the menu. "Definitely crab rangoon; I'm wanting fried food now. You bought lunch, I'll buy dinner." Especially since he was likely to buy a lot.
Dwight scoffed and gave Miguel a look before turning back to his phone. "Yeah... yeah laugh it up," he said with a laugh. "Crab rangoon for sure and some egg rolls. Think i will go with szechuan beef and some lo mein."
Miguel made a note of what he wanted, then craned his neck to look at the phone number. He called in the order for two orders of crab rangoon, four egg rolls, szechuan beef, lo mein, Singapore noodles, and Mongolian pork, listened to the total, rattled off his card number and their hotel and room, nodded, and hung up. "About half an hour."
He picked up the remote. "Is TV wars a thing, or is it only radio?"
Dwight nodded and stood up, walking over to the window and pulling the blind closed before pulling off the outer shirt he was wearing and laid it over the chair.
"Might as well get comfortable for the night," he said, as he walked back over and flopped onto the bed. "And TV war is definitely a thing!" he said with a grin.
Miguel grinned. "What we really need is two remotes. Think they'd give us another if we asked?"
"Probably. Just tell them the one we have isn't working," Dwight said with a smirk of his own. "Want me to go ask at the desk or do you?"
"Your turn," Miguel waved at him. "I did the last one."
"Yeah, yeah... ok. I'll be right back. And no scouting the channels ahead of time, you hear?" Dwight said with a tone of mock admonishment as he walked out the door.
"Your own fault if I do!" Miguel called after him. He hadn't actually been planning on it, but it was tempting now.
Instead he got up and opened his bag to pull out a pair of shorts and a loose tee to change into. Like Dwight said, might as well get comfortable. And at least one of them should probably be wearing a shirt to answer the door for food.
Though come to think of it, Dwight asking for the extra remote while shirtless was probably a good idea; Miguel had a feeling he'd have no problem getting just about anything like that.
Dwight returned a little while later, walking in with an extra remote in one hand and several extra pillows tucked under his other arm. "Success! And got us some extra pillows too, cuz these things are always so thin and pathetic."
"Sounds good," Miguel said, getting up to take one from him. He grinned. "Did you get asked on a date, too?"
"No..." Dwight said, giving Miguel a questioning look. Though if he was to be honest, he wasn't even sure he would know what to do if he had been. "Though I have to admit I am pretty useless when it comes to that kind of thing."
Miguel grinned. "Hey, don't worry about it. Pretty sure she liked you, though, and going up there shirtless was a choice. If nothing else, you probably gave her some nice thoughts."
He settled back on his bed and waggled the remote. "Ready for a war?"
Dwight gave a laugh and flopped onto the other bed, remote in hand."Ready to win," he said with a confident smirk as he clicked the channel, pulling up what was unfortunately a news station. Well that wasn't a good start to the battle.
Miguel laughed and hit random buttons on his remote, ending on...true crime. Eh. "Of course, this war depends on there actually being something watchable on."
Dwight made a show of cracking his knuckles then punched the button on the remote again..... Landing on a game show. "Well this is better," he said, wagging his hand back and forth slightly. "Family Feud can be hilarious at times depending on the question and how people answer."
"Yeah?" Miguel was willing to give it a minute. He watched. "Are these people meant to be idiots, or are there references here I'm not getting?"
"Ha, little of both, actually," Dwight said. "But yeah a lot of it is based off current trends and social norms."
"Yeah, no. Not funny if I don't get it." Miguel hit his remote again. A lawyer stood in a courtroom, arguing that the man behind the defendant's table was clearly guilty because...after about three twists, Miguel gave up on trying to understand it. Maybe it helped if you'd seen the rest of the episode.
Dwight flipped the channel and.... "Ok so we go from courtroom drama to medical drama.... This one's gonna be a hard pass for me. General Hospital and the like are just a little too real-life for my liking. I concede this round. Your turn," Dwight said, waving his hand. Probably did not help the episode seemed to be dealing with military vets and such.
Miguel hit buttons to change it as fast as he could. "One for me," he agreed, but he didn't have to be a dick about it. When the next channel came up, it was...snakes. Being rescued from a house. Huh.
"This one has had some interesting episodes I've seen here and there. The best one I think was down in Florida, a huge twelve-foot gator got into their family's pool and they had to bring in this whole team to try and get the thing out and relocated. It was pretty wild."
"Wow. That's a good argument for not living in Florida," Miguel said. "Gators don't belong in anybody's pool."
"Agreed," Dwight said enthusiastically. "Though, a lot of places have wildlife issues now and then. Alaska is known for their wild moose encounters. Up in Maine we had problems with black bears. Just sometimes, humans and animals don't seem to mix well."
"...A good argument for living in a big city," Miguel amended. "I was never attacked by any wildlife in Nueva York."
He pressed some remote buttons and ended up on what looked like a movie involving a lot of dark corridors and screaming.
"Oh classic horror movie...." Dwight said, pointing to the screen. "Watch, they will run into the basement to try and hide from the serial killer. Such a stupid move but it happens in every single horror movie!" They watched for a moment and then sure enough the group ran down the stairs into the basement to try and hide behind the boiler. "See, what I say? I called it!"
Miguel snorted. "That much hasn't changed. I mean, nobody's going down five hundred stories to the basement, but they still hide in stupid places like a power junction room or storage closet." He watched for a second. "Bets on the one in the back tripping?"
"Oh I give them just five minutes and that guys a goner!!! Then they will freak out and make an even worse decision that leads to more of them being killed."
Dwight was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door.
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"Enjoy games including High Strike, Ring Toss, Rocket Launch, Ladder Climb, Bean Bag Toss, Bust a Balloon, SkeeBall, Water Gun Shootout, Baseball Slugger, and...." Dwight laughed and looked at Miguel as he read the last one listed, "Spider Crawl."
He continued reading down the list. "Rides include but are not limited to, Easy Ride Coaster, Two Story Slide, High Swings, Gravitron, Fun House, and more. Food and exhibits include farm animals, craft exhibits, a classic car show, garden contests, and a chilli cookoff on....oh lucky us... tomorrow!"
Miguel rolled his eyes. "Do I even want to know what the Spider Crawl is? Definitely in for the chili, hold the farm animals, antique cars could be interesting, and if you need engineering help, just let me know."
He leaned back on the bed. "How far from here is that?"
"Not familiar with that one, honestly... sounds, ummm special," Dwight said with an eye roll of his own. "Let's see... according to this map thingy....looks like it's only about a fifteen to twenty minute drive to the fairgrounds. So, we could spend the day there then do one more night here or we can check out in the morning, hit the fair for a bit, then head on to wherever we end up next."
Miguel thought about that. "Hit it and move on? Unless there's something else around here you want to do." He was betting not, but you never knew.
"Naw, I'm good to keep pushing on. Spend the afternoon there then head on. Should give us plenty of time to make it someplace else for the night. And worse case, SUV isn't too bad for a one night sleep in a pinch," Dwight said, speaking with the air of someone who had done it a few times before.
"Dibs on the roof," Miguel said. "Unless it's raining." He'd put up with the hard surface for the chance to stretch out. "Or I can just keep driving; I can make do on a little less sleep than normal. Anyway, it sounds like fun. Or at least interesting."
He grabbed the bag of empanadas and started in on one, holding the bag out to Dwight. "Were there restaurants listed in that thing, or do we need to go looking for dinner?"
"Sounds good. We can make a final decision tomorrow once we see how things go." Dwight reached in the bag for an empanada and flipped a few pages farther in the little book. "There's a good selection around the area it seems. Not too many fancy places which is fine. Don't think either of us are in the mood for dealing with waiters and what not. Looks like we got a little of everything... pizza, Italian, Chinese, fast food, sub shops... so I don't think we will be lacking for a place to grab something. Most places still do delivery so we shouldnt have any issues."
"Chinese," Miguel decided. "That's not bad, even here. Not sure if the better stuff's because I'm from the future or it's just Nueva - New - York," or possibly because he was a snob, "but the stuff on the island's good enough. Is there a menu? Or a name, so we can look one up?"
"It's called the China Star. There's this weird looking picture thingy here under their listing. Says scan for menu... whatever that means?" Dwight said, scratching his head. Look, he was bad enough with catching up on a decade of tech advancement. He had no clue what a QR-Code was.
"It means to take a picture of it with your phone," Miguel said. "You know how to use the camera on yours?" He paused. "Does yours have a camera, or is it even more vintage?"
"Yeah... it's got a camera. Taken a few pics with it...think they are still on there somewhere." Dwight pulled out his phone and unlocked it. "So just... take a picture of this then.... Oh ok that is cool..." he said, grinning as he looked at the menu that pulled up on the screen,
"Dragged kicking and screaming into this century," Miguel said, grinning. He took out his own phone and grabbed a picture, too, looking over the menu. "Definitely crab rangoon; I'm wanting fried food now. You bought lunch, I'll buy dinner." Especially since he was likely to buy a lot.
Dwight scoffed and gave Miguel a look before turning back to his phone. "Yeah... yeah laugh it up," he said with a laugh. "Crab rangoon for sure and some egg rolls. Think i will go with szechuan beef and some lo mein."
Miguel made a note of what he wanted, then craned his neck to look at the phone number. He called in the order for two orders of crab rangoon, four egg rolls, szechuan beef, lo mein, Singapore noodles, and Mongolian pork, listened to the total, rattled off his card number and their hotel and room, nodded, and hung up. "About half an hour."
He picked up the remote. "Is TV wars a thing, or is it only radio?"
Dwight nodded and stood up, walking over to the window and pulling the blind closed before pulling off the outer shirt he was wearing and laid it over the chair.
"Might as well get comfortable for the night," he said, as he walked back over and flopped onto the bed. "And TV war is definitely a thing!" he said with a grin.
Miguel grinned. "What we really need is two remotes. Think they'd give us another if we asked?"
"Probably. Just tell them the one we have isn't working," Dwight said with a smirk of his own. "Want me to go ask at the desk or do you?"
"Your turn," Miguel waved at him. "I did the last one."
"Yeah, yeah... ok. I'll be right back. And no scouting the channels ahead of time, you hear?" Dwight said with a tone of mock admonishment as he walked out the door.
"Your own fault if I do!" Miguel called after him. He hadn't actually been planning on it, but it was tempting now.
Instead he got up and opened his bag to pull out a pair of shorts and a loose tee to change into. Like Dwight said, might as well get comfortable. And at least one of them should probably be wearing a shirt to answer the door for food.
Though come to think of it, Dwight asking for the extra remote while shirtless was probably a good idea; Miguel had a feeling he'd have no problem getting just about anything like that.
Dwight returned a little while later, walking in with an extra remote in one hand and several extra pillows tucked under his other arm. "Success! And got us some extra pillows too, cuz these things are always so thin and pathetic."
"Sounds good," Miguel said, getting up to take one from him. He grinned. "Did you get asked on a date, too?"
"No..." Dwight said, giving Miguel a questioning look. Though if he was to be honest, he wasn't even sure he would know what to do if he had been. "Though I have to admit I am pretty useless when it comes to that kind of thing."
Miguel grinned. "Hey, don't worry about it. Pretty sure she liked you, though, and going up there shirtless was a choice. If nothing else, you probably gave her some nice thoughts."
He settled back on his bed and waggled the remote. "Ready for a war?"
Dwight gave a laugh and flopped onto the other bed, remote in hand."Ready to win," he said with a confident smirk as he clicked the channel, pulling up what was unfortunately a news station. Well that wasn't a good start to the battle.
Miguel laughed and hit random buttons on his remote, ending on...true crime. Eh. "Of course, this war depends on there actually being something watchable on."
Dwight made a show of cracking his knuckles then punched the button on the remote again..... Landing on a game show. "Well this is better," he said, wagging his hand back and forth slightly. "Family Feud can be hilarious at times depending on the question and how people answer."
"Yeah?" Miguel was willing to give it a minute. He watched. "Are these people meant to be idiots, or are there references here I'm not getting?"
"Ha, little of both, actually," Dwight said. "But yeah a lot of it is based off current trends and social norms."
"Yeah, no. Not funny if I don't get it." Miguel hit his remote again. A lawyer stood in a courtroom, arguing that the man behind the defendant's table was clearly guilty because...after about three twists, Miguel gave up on trying to understand it. Maybe it helped if you'd seen the rest of the episode.
Dwight flipped the channel and.... "Ok so we go from courtroom drama to medical drama.... This one's gonna be a hard pass for me. General Hospital and the like are just a little too real-life for my liking. I concede this round. Your turn," Dwight said, waving his hand. Probably did not help the episode seemed to be dealing with military vets and such.
Miguel hit buttons to change it as fast as he could. "One for me," he agreed, but he didn't have to be a dick about it. When the next channel came up, it was...snakes. Being rescued from a house. Huh.
"This one has had some interesting episodes I've seen here and there. The best one I think was down in Florida, a huge twelve-foot gator got into their family's pool and they had to bring in this whole team to try and get the thing out and relocated. It was pretty wild."
"Wow. That's a good argument for not living in Florida," Miguel said. "Gators don't belong in anybody's pool."
"Agreed," Dwight said enthusiastically. "Though, a lot of places have wildlife issues now and then. Alaska is known for their wild moose encounters. Up in Maine we had problems with black bears. Just sometimes, humans and animals don't seem to mix well."
"...A good argument for living in a big city," Miguel amended. "I was never attacked by any wildlife in Nueva York."
He pressed some remote buttons and ended up on what looked like a movie involving a lot of dark corridors and screaming.
"Oh classic horror movie...." Dwight said, pointing to the screen. "Watch, they will run into the basement to try and hide from the serial killer. Such a stupid move but it happens in every single horror movie!" They watched for a moment and then sure enough the group ran down the stairs into the basement to try and hide behind the boiler. "See, what I say? I called it!"
Miguel snorted. "That much hasn't changed. I mean, nobody's going down five hundred stories to the basement, but they still hide in stupid places like a power junction room or storage closet." He watched for a second. "Bets on the one in the back tripping?"
"Oh I give them just five minutes and that guys a goner!!! Then they will freak out and make an even worse decision that leads to more of them being killed."
Dwight was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door.
"Food's here!"