On Wednesday of this week I was making my way across the great state of Nebraska via U.S. Highway 30. As I approached the cozy burg of North Bend I determined that my conveyance needed a shot of petrol and I wouldn't mind topping myself off with two slices of good'ol Casey's finest sausage pizza with an ice cold, 32oz carbonated companion.
As I was initiating the fuel transfer process, imagine my surprise, friends, when I saw a member of these hollowed Scrolls leaving the very roadside establishment at which I was currently offering-up my patronage. The unexpected encounter left me speechless for a brief period as it took me a moment to reorient my mind to the chance meeting in which I had just found myself.
I did what I usually do in situations of this nature, I smiled friendly-like and waved. I just "kept it Brockmire".
Picture the look of dejection that spread across my face, sports fans, when our fellow Scroller gave me the "Sup?" nod, hopped into his gun metal gray wild stallion and sped away deeper into the warrens of the roadside village for which I held such fond memories from a not to distant past.
You learn a lot about the ways of this big, spinning ball we call mother earth, fellow inhabitants, when you find yourself in an unexpected location with your hose in your hand, dreaming of a hot, greasy combo and you get rejected metaphorically by the one person for which you have any connection to the very location in which you find yourself.
Let me tell ya', it's a quick tap to the stone pouch without so much as an "I'll buy breakfast".
I'll survive this episode, my friends, but to @nja13 I say this; you owe me $5.72 for the Casey's combo deal that didn't sit nearly as well over the remainder of my journey home.
nja13, I'll try to give you a little more notice than a wave across a gas station parking lot the next time I'm passing through (and I'll buy the lunch).
For those not familiar with or watching "Brockmire", you're missing out on a funny show, imo. Don't let my weak attempt at an homage scare you away from giving it a try.
GBR!
As I was initiating the fuel transfer process, imagine my surprise, friends, when I saw a member of these hollowed Scrolls leaving the very roadside establishment at which I was currently offering-up my patronage. The unexpected encounter left me speechless for a brief period as it took me a moment to reorient my mind to the chance meeting in which I had just found myself.
I did what I usually do in situations of this nature, I smiled friendly-like and waved. I just "kept it Brockmire".
Picture the look of dejection that spread across my face, sports fans, when our fellow Scroller gave me the "Sup?" nod, hopped into his gun metal gray wild stallion and sped away deeper into the warrens of the roadside village for which I held such fond memories from a not to distant past.
You learn a lot about the ways of this big, spinning ball we call mother earth, fellow inhabitants, when you find yourself in an unexpected location with your hose in your hand, dreaming of a hot, greasy combo and you get rejected metaphorically by the one person for which you have any connection to the very location in which you find yourself.
Let me tell ya', it's a quick tap to the stone pouch without so much as an "I'll buy breakfast".
I'll survive this episode, my friends, but to @nja13 I say this; you owe me $5.72 for the Casey's combo deal that didn't sit nearly as well over the remainder of my journey home.
nja13, I'll try to give you a little more notice than a wave across a gas station parking lot the next time I'm passing through (and I'll buy the lunch).
For those not familiar with or watching "Brockmire", you're missing out on a funny show, imo. Don't let my weak attempt at an homage scare you away from giving it a try.
GBR!
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