A few months ago, my daughter was at a birthday party that had a clown as the entertainment. As an aside, the clown was very good, even though it was about 1000F out. At on point, the clown needed a volunteer (not Julie) to cut string with fake scissors. But in order to use them you needed a scissors license since they were in the 5 year-old range. Fast forward about 3 months when Julie shows me a piece of paper she made. I couldn’t deny her logic, and so we let her use plastic scissors.
Wow, it really has been a while. I really need to put some stories up, so here goes.
I was in Kentucky a few weeks ago visiting Maker’s Mark. I highly recommend visiting if you like bourbon at all. The amount of detail you get and the kind of things you can see is quite impressive – our tour took us into the fermentation room where we were invited to taste the pre-fermented beer in various states, then got to walk down the bottling line and see where the bottles are hand-dipped in wax (okay, plastic).
I brought my GPS with us (a Tomtom that I really like) and had directions from the nice Makers Mark people. At one intersection, the GPS had us take a left. The printed directions had us take a right. We split the difference and went into the McDonalds at the corner for some food. While we’re ordering, I ask the woman behind the counter “Can I get to route 245 if I take a right here?”. She says “No, you need to take a left”, then starts rattling off about a minute worth of ‘turn left’ and ‘turn right’ and ‘then you’ll see the krogers’. I’m now admittedly lost and just figure I’ll use the printed directions (they wouldn’t guide me wrong, right?). At this point, the guy behind me, who is busy talking on his cell phone, chimes in with “Or he can take a right here at the intersection and it’ll take him straight to 245″. The woman pauses and says “Oh yeah”.
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