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.