I may have shared this incident previously on the forum. If so, pardon me for telling the same story twice...
Last summer, Christine and I were driving in deep downtown Asheville NC to attend a huge, citywide arts/music fest. Lots of congestion, early-in-the-day revelry, and folks vying for parking and access.
We pulled into a convenience store to get a resupply of convenience. As I was stepping down from the van, a big, rough-lookin' fella jumps out of a methlab special, comes in low and fast toward me, like a middle linebacker bustin' through the line with an open shot at the QB... growl-shoutin' "Mutha F**ka, Mutha F**ka, Mutha F**ka.
I'm thinkin' I must have cut him off in traffic, or some such! As I reverse direction and start back into the van, pulling the door behind me, he is right on my hip... and sez "Whurred ju git dis muthaf**ka? Dis muthaf**ka is aaaawesuuuum!
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