“Hey, why is everyone getting naked at the end of the line?”
The words blurt out of my mouth like an awkward afterthought.
“So…” I continue. “This isn’t the lineup for free guacamole?”
I look to my left and catch my sweaty reflection in a pair of oversized silver steampunk goggles. The midday desert heat continues to press down on our skin. The sun feels intent on dehydrating us. A gold veil underneath the goggles answers. “Oh, there’s still guac. The neon Viking chick is handing it out.”