My Sister-san, Lindsay, picked up the lips for her mother-in-law Phyllis, who was planning a Trashy Women-themed birthday party for a friend. Since Phyllis wasn't heading straight back to where the party would be held, she stashed the lips in a brown paper bag and asked me to drop them off at a truck stop as I drove past the exit. A friend would pick them up from there.
So imagine if you will me with a bag of wax lips (a fresh batch; giving used lips would just be tacky) stopping on a lonely stretch of highway to gravely consign it to the care of strangers. And imagine the whole transaction taking place without anyone cracking a smile. That's Minnesota for you.
Gives whole new meaning to the term "lip service."
Photo by Jerry Wiemholt?
