Our get-out-of-the-car stop was, as always, the Carl's Jr. in Yuma right off the freeway, because it has that big indoor play center and because we've stopped there so many times before that it has become a Tradition in the mind of the all-too-Bertsch-like Bean.
I felt it my duty to document the experience for posterity, but with enough indirection to make it tolerable:
Predictably, the cars in the parking lot were a lot better looking than the people inside.
With a few notable exceptions:
She's our star prisoner.