Ah, the drama of the hunt
Went to the Pancake Pantry for breakast this morning in Nashville (famous eatery). Came back to check LJ at the Scarritt-Bennett library. Conversation with security guards went something like this:
"How are you this morning?"
"I'm full of sausage and eggs; couldn't be better!"
"Well, where's ours?"
"I'm sorry, there were no survivors."
