Lorelai is on the phone with Gypsy about the crapped-out Jeep when Sookie arrives to drop off Jackson. "What do you mean you can't fix it, Gypsy?" Lorelai pleads. "It's only eight years old!" She goes into the kitchen to continue, telling Jackson to make himself at home. "Uh-uh," Sookie snarks when Lorelai is out of ear shot, "you are absolutely not to make yourself at home. Don't leave your clothes lying all over the house. Don't touch anything! And hang up your wet towels!" Here is where one might expect the modern-day recapper to admonish Sookie for being such a harridan to Jackson, ordering him around, harassing him for being himself, treating him like a bad child. "Sookie," he says, offended. "I have stayed at other people's houses before." Sookie: "Yeah, I know. Why do you think I'm saying all this? Just try not to annoy Lorelai." Jackson is even more offended. "Believe it or not," he says, "I don't try to annoy other people." Sookie: "Well, congratulations, because you have a natural talent." So mean, you say? But here, in fact, is where Al Lowe reminds you that she is married. To a man. Possibly the neat-freakiest, military-trained husband in the world, yes, but still one who manages to cause some unnatural disaster on nearly every visit to a home other than his own. My beloved father was the same way -- in fact, he was twice as bad. So, as far as Sookie's pain goes? I'm feeling it.
I would not, however, have thought to go so far as to pack my husband a salad for dinner, as Sookie did, and I can't blame Jackson for rushing her out the door before Lorelai even gets off the phone. When Lorelai does finally return to find Jackson alone, she delivers the sad news that Gypsy has declared her car unfixable. "Total internal destruction," she says. "I guess that 'check engine' light is not just a suggestion. Although, I'm proud. Total internal destruction? That sounds bad-ass." When Jackson offers her a ride on the way to the farm at 4:45 the next morning, she declines, saying she's going to take her bicycle instead. "There for about two weeks when Rory was ten, we were really into biking," she says. Jackson: "Twelve years ago?!" Lorelai looks worried when she realizes how long ago it really was. "Well, I'll be fine," she says. "They must have the phrase 'it's just like riding a bike' for a reason." She says she's going to have a snack, and invites him to join her. "Oh, actually, no," he says, all pitiful. "Sookie made me a salad." Lorelai: "Pffft. I'm making chicken nuggets. I won't tell!"