God Bless Texas. They Need It

I would love to hear the story behind the naming of this restaurant.

We headed to lunch and picked a quaint little roadside restaurant, where there were tennis shoes on fire in the back of, and around, a pickup truck. You heard me.

So obviously, instead of running up to help put out the smoldering shoes, I ran up to take pictures and laugh.

Nooooooooo! Not My Shooooooes!

At lunch I spilled my Iced Tea all over one of the workers, and then struck up a conversation with him. He told me that his work schedule was getting in the way of his trapping.

That's right, his trapping.

He told me he hunted and trapped coyotes (mainly), rabbits, beaver, muskrats, and several other animals that I'm pretty sure don't live anywhere near illinois. He actually used the phrase, "Out of the first 100 coyotes I killed..." And worked the word 'pelt' into conversation multiple times. I wanted to ask him if he hated coyotes so much because he had the teeth of one, but refrained. I think somehow I had already gotten off on the wrong foot with spilling the drink on his lap because he referred to my hands as "Soft and fucking lotiony." Chris told this worker, who kept interrupting our conversations about chicks and booze, to "Be quiet, the grown ups are talking."

We kept working and noticed a critical piece hadn't been shipped to the job site. Chris got on the phone, and said it was supposed to be there by the next morning before his flight left.

Chris: "Hey this LNB might not get here till tomorrow after my flight, and then you'll have to install it."

Me: "What?"

Chris: "You remember, the thing I showed you when you were all tired and hangover that day."

I certainly remembered the hangover he was talking about, but didn't remember what he showed me the slightest bit. I told him it was ok because we stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night. Turns out it came in time, and we finished that day. We looked for another bar after work and found one called "Molly's Pub." It was Fat Tuesday, and as soon as I walked into this Irish Pub I almost cried because I knew how much fun I was missing at Sugar Daddy's back in Scottsdale. This place sucked. There were about 20 people inside, it smelled like cat piss, and all they played were oldies. I was pretty sure 90% of the girls in there were pregnant, whether they knew it or not. In fact, I was also pretty sure a fraction of the small town had been conceived in the bar's very bathroom.

From the broken conversations I had with a few locals, I came up with a million dollar idea. It will be posted shortly, and you'll know it when you see it. Until then, same adventure in San Louis Obispo this week.