We Like Our Car

As time moves on, new people in Scout seem weirder and weirder.  I arrived at Ockanickon shortly after 5 PM to a largely empty parking lot except for the minivan next to me.  They had the windows down and were talking about the weekend.

Me: Can I help you?
Driver: We’re waiting to register for the work weekend.
Me: I think registration is open now.  I can walk you over if you like.
Driver: Nah, the registration closes at 7, we’ll go near then.
Me: Why not go now and get a good place to sleep and move your gear before the rain comes.
Driver: It’s ok, we like our car.