I was told this story was too good NOT to tell.
We went to dinner at this local Mexican place -- I could recreate the discussion of "phenomenal" versus "good" versus "pretty good" (everyone agreed it was NOT phenomenal) -- maybe six blocks from the hotel.
I was driving. Due to an unfortunate series of events (i.e. I'm muddleheaded) we had to return to last night's hotel, 10 miles away, to retrieve the only blazer I brought for the 11 day trip (rumor has it some restaurants at which we have reservations demand such a thing -- honestly!).
So, I'm fighting my way through I-5 traffic & I can't get the turn signal to turn off on the rental car as I change lanes when the local sheriff pulls up next to me, makes some hand motions, then pulls me over -- lights and all. See title.
He comes up on the passenger side and Michael can't figure out how to get the window down & all he said is "turn on your headlights." Michael says it's a rental and he says "I get that, just turn them on." What do you say?
Nice of him not to find some reason to at least ticket me.
Lovin' Seattle.
It already sounded like you were driving in the dark. You fly to Seattle for Mexican food for fine dining requiring a jacket? Do you have a map? Seafood, seafood, seafood…
ReplyDeleteIf we had a map, we wouldn't be listening to Crosby & Hope.
ReplyDeleteSlavins had seafood multiple nights before we arrived; the current plan is seafood definitely in San Francisco -- there is a Red Lobster (an upgrade from the original Long John Silver's) near our hotel.