What do they do in this place? I find it interesting that Pillow of Health isn’t on Google Maps while it’s duplex neighbor, AJR Filtration, is. Google, in its quest to capture all your data, surely should surely have geographical data by now. Maybe they’re not sharing to protect government secrets and citizen well being.
No, I didn’t google more than the map because I’d rather use my imagination than learn it’s all slave labor for Motel 6 pillows. Laboratory laundry techniques to get the ketchup and overnight drool out and off the pillow cases.
Wait. Maybe it’s cornfield extraterrestrial pitstop because they’ve had a long cosmic drive and their little gray necks are sore. If only Mulder would’ve been located in mid-western Illinois this whole time and not the eastern Virginia.
Seriously. What kind of head-rest voodoo, sleep-cushion witchcraft goes on in there?
Occasionally I’ll see faceless figures in the evening having snacks and whatnots at the long folding tables. I want to turn onto their windy Rukel Way road, knock on the front window, mouth exaggeratedly, “are…you…guys…okay?”
I wager the windows to be sound proof thus my parking lot pantomime show. How could the glassware not be at a pillow factory?
I want a Pillow of Health, too. I imagine this pillow to be like a Potion of Healing. Where I wake up and all my hit points have been restored and broken limbs healed. Maybe I’ve gained +2 charisma.
Maybe it is more like a Bag of Holding pillow case where I could keep all my supplies after stocking up at the magic shop like Pee-wee did early in his Big Adventure. I’d squirt the mustard and throw it on the floor and everything.
I always wanted to be Pee-wee when I got my own place. But I couldn’t wear his suit. I have the wrong hair.
Obviously I’ve gone off on a far fetched tangent now.
I should put on my Deckard trench coat, go there this week, and take more pictures. There’s a Walgreens on Main not far that I can get the digitals developed. Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Stop. Get a hard copy right there.