the musical continues...

with a slapstick interlude in which the heroine wrestles a gasoline hose as it spews all over the parking lot, her feet, nearby birds and inanimate objects. No one comes out to help, instead choosing to look out the front window of the station and remark to each other, "She's got more money than sense!" (referencing gasoline prices). She must then drive thirty miles in brisk 50-ish degree weather with the windows down so as not to pass out from the overwhelming gas fumes now radiating from her being.

She rummages in her desk and the music swells as: "The Beyond Belief Anti-Bacterial Instant Hand Gel (with moisturizers)* will surely do the trick!" And when she slathers it on then apologizes for any lingering gasoline smell, explaining what happened, is told: "Oh, so you smell like a French whore."

Something which is, sadly, true. Beyond Belief is obviously preferred by French whores everywhere.

*Provided by grandmother, but also one must ask: what kind of hand gel isn't instant?