Monday, March 22, 2010

Welcome to Fresno.

Post celebration dinner, I pull up the car to the parking lot of the restaurant where we're supposed to eat. I see a man standing on the other end of the parking lot bleeding profusely from his general head area.

As I pull up, my friend who is already there runs to my window, I roll it down.

N: We're not eating here.
me: Does it have to do with the bleeding gentleman behind me?
N: That's part of it, but really...they don't serve booze here.