Scene: E and I approach the Oregon Diner, both dressed for the heat and wearing flip flops.
P: Oh, we’ll have to wash our hands after touching all of those boxes in the U-Haul.
E: Okay.
P: Oh my god! I can’t go into a public restroom wearing flip flops! What am I going to do?
E: Honey, I have sanitizer in my purse.
P: You mean for my feet, for after I wash my hands in the restroom? I don’t know…
E: No, honey, for YOUR HANDS.
P: Oh.
And, scene.