So, right now I'm at a Subaru dealership where yesterday I drove by to
make an oil change appointment (have I driven 3000 miles already?).
Turns out the man at the front desk is married to a harriette named
Butt Smear Wedgeworth! They invited me over for a dinner last night
and gave me crash space. It was the craziest thing ever and happened
just because Marcus (dealership guy) saw my On-On magnet, yelled
"On-On!" and asked if I was a hasher!
Southern hospitality is in full swing!
I'm going to rewind a bit in my next post, and go into deatil about
the blast I had in Kansas City with those hashers, but at the moment
Marcus, Butt Smear, their 2 yr old and myself are going out to
breakfast! Go Razorbacks!
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