We pulled into the parking lot at the H-E-B in Lytle yesterday afternoon to grab a much needed raspa from the guy who parks his trailer in the lot and offers cool relief from the hot desert wind. It is not uncommon to see people parked in this lot, just sitting in their vehicles waiting to meet up with someone. The HEB seems to be as good a public place as any out in these parts to hook up for that Craig's List transaction, so if the person claiming to want to sell you an old cell phone or gently used lawn mower turns out to be a thief wanting to steal your cash, there should be plenty of witnesses. And you can get a raspa while you wait.
There is no shortage of interesting characters or objects to see out here. For example, when I happened to see a lady wearing low cut jeans and a shirt that was worn a bit too high on her back. It wasn't the muffin top (standard in all of south central Texas) that caught my eye, but the intricate detail of the "tramp stamp" tattoo that adorned her lower back. Oh wait, as I discreetly pointed the artwork out to my wife, that was not a tattoo, it was hair. You would appreciate the fact that I did not include photos.