Sammy's

The "Sammy's" of Rexburg, Idaho was filled with school desks, golden floral couches, and the incessant chopping noise of blenders. Sounds like chaos, but Missy and I loved this "dive" of a restaurant--to us, it was a strange escape from the ordinary. She and I shuffled our feet on the cracked black and white tile floor to where the long line began. To our right, a band--still struggling to gain success in the music world--stood on a small stage and played a mellow song. Missy and I smiled at each other, feeling out of place in this midst of hipster glasses and tight, colored pants. A crowd of mustached college students shoved past us, pushing me into the picture frame-covered walls. "Oops!" I whispered, as I readjusted the abstract art. "Hmm. Well, that's....interesting." Missy said, pointing the piece I'd just fixed. A young lady with a chopped, pixie hairstyle turned around and glared at us. Missy and I both mouthed "WOW" before stifling our giggles. Finally, we approached the cashier where we'd order our "pie shakes". The cashier, peppy and eager to help, smiled expectantly. "Ohh. Umm. (haha) I hadn't even thought about what I wanted." I mumbled to Missy. "Yeah." she whispered. "I just come to look at the Rexburg crazies."