there is a long stretch of road where my hotel is. we are calling it route 8 because that’s what all the signs say. with the advancement of technology, such as gps, i don’t really have to pay attention. but let’s assume it’s called route 8. there is probably another name. something more local. but anyway.
there is an assortment of establishments along this road. and gas stations. and rite aids. and other things the people of pittsburgh probably frequent more than necessary.
it came down to Applebees and this other “restaurant / tavern” joint that looked like it probably housed a clientele a step or two above Applebees.
and i was right. and happy with my snap last moment selection. Applebees can go either way, and after a full day of scouting soccer fields followed by 5 hours in the car, i wasn’t in the mood to play Russian Roulette with food chains.
Joe was really nice to me. his daughter is going to college and he loves her so much that he wants to move to Penn State if she ends up there. and she said that was just fine. and i like that because i can tell he would be crushed if she chooses to go to Tulane. even though i told him she would really love living in new orleans. he didn’t want to believe that. he has his heart set on Penn State.
he bought her mace and a stun gun for Christmas.
i like Joe.
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