Our recent trip to Raleigh was an exercise in frustration, a journey into madness and anger caused by a road system SO fucked up that even locals have NO idea how to get anywhere. I would subject my worst enemy to these roads.
This may have contributed to our descision to buy a GPS navigation unit. We stopped at a truck stop and were idly looking at the cool arroy of gadgets on display when my hand brushed against the Cobra NavOne 4000. This activated a salesman. The gentlemans name way Bill. He quickly explained that he had an open unit that had been returned. There was also a $100 rebate. Rossana was strong, but the big, shiny screen called to me. Bill was merciless. We could try it for 14 days, it had 7 million points of interrest. My eyes glazed over.
Needless to say we got it. It turns out Bill spent 15 years working at a gun shop. Its a good thing he left that job or I'd be the proud owner of a bazooka and a few dozen rounds.
Not that that would be a bad thing...
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Gods honest truth
We plan on merchanting at an event in PA next month. Being good little law abiding capitalists we applied to the appropriate authorities for our tax license.
Now, I know that state governments have to work with smaller and smaller budgets, but I'm not sure how this combination came about:
Now, I know that state governments have to work with smaller and smaller budgets, but I'm not sure how this combination came about:
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