thinglets: nuts

In a 4 a.m. parking lot swathed by legions of fluorescent tubes permeating a translucent rainbow of logos cascading over a backdrop of office supply and toy stores, the fast food drive-thru teems with stolid brake lights and bassthumpers vibrating some indiscriminate synthdrone that cannot drown out the pubescent intercom squelch that asks if I'd like nuts for my sundae.