Tonight it was the yucklehead that sped past me on a winding, hilly, dark country road across the double yellow, about a mile from East Jesus (by my estimate)...

Caught up to him about a half-mile down the road, & then I understood what the hurry was...he was spraying gravel in the parking lot of the local DewDrop Inn, & it was seven minutes into Happy Hour...him had some catchin' up to do...

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