There was no way that I was going to have enough time to jump all over this opportunity . . .
But – just the implecations of almost having the chance to get a fully loaded burger at 5:15 in the a.m. was almost enough to make this intrepid reporter consider staying in Washington . . . In the airport.
Socks could be the airport dog.
We would eat burgers together.
Pickles – pickles – pickles – pickles.
Pickles!
Pickles – pickles – pickles.
Pickles?
Holy fructose corn syrup!
I just experienced the whole world moving around and boy – it the weirdest thing . . . the oddest thing.
Very nice of California to put on such a show for me – though – very very nice!
This is where I’m currently walking around. It is closed today. I am really hungry and need to figure out my next step.
