Flagstaff, AZ - A Quick Stop for Shirts and a Cheeseburger: Heather’s In-N-Out Ritual

We left the gas station. Drove twenty feet. Heather saw the In-N-Out.

“Pull over,” she said. “We have to stop.”

I did.

She told me she buys In-N-Out shirts for her kids. From every place she finds one. Mostly California so far. Maybe there are others. She said she’d find out.

“I’ll buy you something,” she said. “What do you want?”

I said I’d take a cheeseburger. I wasn’t hungry. I’d been snacking on the drive.

She lit up. Talked about shirts. Stickers too. I didn’t ask. I’m not into In-N-Out the way she is.

But I’m curious now. I want to see the shirt. And stickers.