Team Family Law arrives at the herb shop and joins the rotation, along with Luke and Margie. Everyone's still coming up empty, but Tammy and Victor are at least using a notebook to keep track of which drawers everyone else is having the proprietor open. Kisha and Jen are the next to get a drawer with a clue in it, and they're out of there in second place. They're doing 100 Barrels. Back in the shop, after a few more turns, Margie lets Luke override her choice, and there's a clue inside the one he picks. Good call, both of you. Off they go in third, while Jaime gets more and more frustrated, to the amazement of anyone who thought such a thing couldn't even be possible. I'm wondering if the Race has plans to find new and different ways to push her until she actually murders someone. Tammy and Victor finish next, and go off to do 2 Miles in fourth place while Jaime renews her yelling. Funny thing, raising her voice doesn't seem to make the shopkeeper move any faster.
In the Whites' cab, Mike is, apropos of nothing, saying, "I actually like everybody on the Race, except Jaime. She's kind of a Mean Girl." Mel laughs heartily. Jaime continues bitching about the shopkeeper, both in the shop and in her post-leg interview, and finally they get a clue and are out of there, with only Mel and Mike still behind them. They want to do the 100 Barrels. "The water? Is it very far, Sack?" Jaime asks. Sak says, "Uh...uh..." So Jaime nearly has an aneurysm. Awesome.
Mark and Michael get to the rickshaws first. They spot the foot pumps lying out on the sidewalk next to a wooden box, and take this as a sign that they should pump up their tires before they even get going. They are already pretty flat to begin with. Then, when they're done with that, Mark gets to work piling the pumps and the hoses and all the other little fiddly bits that go with them back into the box, tangling them up as much as he can. "Slow people up, you know how that is," he says to Michael. Uh, yeah, Mark, I know how that is. That's a dick move, is how that is. "I was just trying to make it a little more taxing for them to do what we had already done," Mark self-servingly explains in a post-leg interview. Whatever, cheater. His evil work done, he dons one of the traditional conical hats provided for the task and takes the handlebars of the rickshaw, pulling Michael out of the lot and chattering away in a Charlie Chan voice, complete with Asian-sounding nonsense. Charming. Chronic diarrhea of the mouth is bad enough, but when you have to get offensive just to fill the time, that's not an indicator of anything good.