Uh. So… A bunch of strangers just sang “Happy Birthday” to me in a bar, and it turns out they are firefighters, staying in my hotel for a firefighters convention. Aaaaand they gave me their room numbers and let me know they have their “suspenders” with them. (This can’t be possibly how they refer to their uniforms?)
My coworkers, who are present, are kind of upset with me for not acting upon this immediately.
Possibly selfies later.
When you find yourself in small town New England and there is a sushi place with GREAT reviews, but to get there, you have to drive for 30 minutes on a country road to the middle of nowhere, take that as a sign that nothing good in this country involves driving further in-land.
This is why they all eat at chains, isn’t it? Better homogenous and expectedly bland food than kinda “off” nigiri full of crunchy little bones.
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