Or, you know, follow big-name drivers and park next to them like I did in Portland this year. In my defense? People kept waving me through. I would have happily handed them money and parked in the other places but if you wave me through before I've had my coffee? Ima follow the car in front of me across the track into the infield. Then park and look for some freaking coffee.
omg! You just made me laugh out loud. Not a LOL, but really laugh out loud! Ha! Coffee Junkies! Somehow I never got hooked on the stuff. A shower and OJ does me great in the morning.
I agree with KristinT:
Just when you think you couldn't Cass any more...
Just met ya, but starting to ya! ;)
:: waves back at Aimée ::
Just figured out who you were. Why do people use strange names in here? Can't we just... o wait... never mind.
;-)
Just when you think you couldn't Cass any more...
It was
Jimmy freakin Vasser. Which I didn't know when I was freaking out that the car in front of me was backing up and I hoped he was a good enough driver not to hit me. Turns out? Kinda good enough.
I took pictures with my cell phone, resisted tossing him in my trunk and called Trudy to leave a high pitched message that even dogs had issues with. My dad thinks I am insane now. Insaner. Good times.
I could post the pictures... It shows my car, next to Jimmy Vasser's rental. Because I am a big ole geek.
::gropes Aimee::
Still slogging through the last bit of school work. 29 minutes left.
:: waving back at Aimée ::
'bout goddamned time. My arm was gonna fall off.
Suzi - a little to the left.
Cass is cute when she stalks drivers.
Except, in this case, I think she was stalking coffee. Not that she
wouldn't
have stalked the driver if she'd realized who he was, but...