It's like in a Hitchcock movie, you know, where they tie you up in a rubber bag and throw you in the trunk of a car. You find people... You find them.
So I had a Waiting for Guffman moment. Well, night. I had a little get together and the guest of honor (though I don't think he knew it) never showed.
Typical. I quit.
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I was the guest of honor someplace?!?! who'da thunk it?
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