Something I learned this weekend: things never go as planned. Instead of going to Burlington, I spent most of my Friday night at a diner in Fond du Lac waiting for my uncle to pick me up. Long story short is that I don't have a car for the time being. An even shorter story is that when I'm stranded in strange places I don't know very well, there's a pretty good bet you can find me heading into the restroom to take selfies to calm myself down.
Exhibit A: Friday night, stranded in Fond du Lac
Exhibit B: November 2011, stranded in the Savannah airport overnight
Week 43/52
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