I came strolling back into the showroom from gunsmithing yesterday to be greeted by one of the salesguys saying "Hey, there was this guy in here just a moment ago who saw you walk out and said 'Was that Tamara? I know her from her blog.' He said he was from Arizona."
Loud squealing noises as my mental geartrain engaged. Arizona... Blog... "Did he have kind of a goatee?"
"Yup."
"Hmmm. Cowboy Blob's from Arizona, and he's visiting kinfolk back East. I wonder if he's driving through on the way home."
Indeed he was.
We chatted for a bit, after the obligatory "Gosh, you're tall," ;) ("Five twelve without my Very Tactical Boots on.") and then he was back on the road, burning up miles headed west into the sunset, as all good cowboys do.
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Wow. He should have warned someone. I'd have stopped in to say howdy.
-SayUncle
Hey, that's a great idea! Someday I'll be on a roadtrip through your neck of the woods and I'll take the opportunity to make a firearm purchase.
Gee, I was only 3 hours further away than Kirk. I used to have all my Times On Target computed by officers. All I could shoot for was "before quittin' time," and if I didn't make it, no one would be the wiser.
BTW, I hit home at 10 pm...same as always (and no officers to compute it for me!)
Picture here:
http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20060601/09/1/0/6/106a26b6c92c9b12c616e9d8f72deeda200606010_full.jpg
Slightly PhotoShopped picture (and Caption Contest) here:
http://cowboyblob.blogspot.com/2006/06/caption-contest.html
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