Ok, someone (*cough* Frank Bray) royally screwed up and gave McLemore and Cullpepper my cell phone number last night so I could "travel with them" on their journey to Florida. OMG, David has no business being a free man, what was his poor wife thinking? I got an up-date at all the pi** stops, and even got a report on the oysters at Hooters! I did get to speak breifly with a very fine sounding young lady named Jennifer that was "one" of their servers...Once again refer back to the "this guy should not be loose with out an ancle braclet" prolomation I eariler stated.
They were dissatified with the room service at the days inn. Now who in the hell here thinks that the Days inn has room service? David was told something along the lines of "did I studder, come get your own damn towel", then he wondered why he was over charged for the room...
Well I guess that's all for now. As I sit here in my cube, working my fingers to the bone, wishing I was in the vehicle trying to shake the hang over from the scotch the night before. For me, the games begin around 4:00am tomorrow morning when I go to the airport...
Hope to see you in Florida,
Chicken George
