The stars at night, are big and bright...

You're never in danger of forgetting exactly where you are when you live (even temporarily) in a gun-loving state like Texas, thanks to experiences like the following. To bring everyone up to speed, my poor Blazer does not like Texas, and is consequently, not doing very well service-wise. Anyway, I hauled out the phone book last night and found a Chevy dealership just up the road from my hotel. I drove over early this morning, and as I rolled up to the service department, I see this huge sign in the window. It says the following:

PLEASE REMOVE:
1) WHISKEY
2) GUNS
3) SUNGLASSES
4) CD'S
FROM YOUR VEHICLE PRIOR TO SERVICE.
THANK YOU.

I was half expecting Yosemite Sam to roll up in a Chevy Tahoe, guns and whiskey in hand. So, naturally, I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that I keep underneath the passenger seat, stuck it in my purse with my guns and headed off to the waiting room to do shots with everyone else who was waiting.