The cop would have caught me had I not had a Cajun McChicken Sandwich Meal.
I was doing a brisk 115 mph southbound on Interstate-5 on my way from San Francisco to Los Angeles. The sun was dimming and dinner time had passed a couple of hours ago. "Grrrr," complained my stomach.
Plus, I had to pee. More importantly, I had to pee.
Being chased by a rhino may not be your idea of fun, but hearing Benoit tell it, a rhino chase could just be the perfect vacation.
"There's adventure in South Africa," he cheered. That thought stuck in my mind for a while. And now that I have some free time, perhaps an African Safari would be nice.
"Shit, we're a dot-com statistic," gasped Sue, "a fucking dot-com cliche!"
Tim let out a hearty guffaw. Lisa and Elliot clanked glasses and hooted.
Though we were all drinking on rumors, they were confirmed when Jackie walked through the door with a solemn look in her eyes.
"Is it true?" someone asked from behind me.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA