It started with a Cinnabon. Then, they hid the microwaves.
Time: August 30 about 5-ish in the afternoon at the Pilot Travel Center off of I-70. Warm, mid-western sunny.
The cashiers tried to direct me to find the micros and you popped up out of nowhere, brilliant sea-green eyes twinkling at me above your mask so the only other detail I could see was the pink tips of your blonde hair.
"Can I help you find something." was what you asked me.
"Microwaves," I offered. But what I realized too late was that it was you I was looking for.
"Look low,' was your helpful hint.
Me: Tall, Looney Tunes mask, hazel green eyes, dark hair wearing a blue v-neck tee shirt and black shorts.
I know you are in the transport business because I called there looking for you and then remembered that when I finally found all the damned microwaves, you said that "they" liked to hide them.
If your name is Sarah, this is magic.
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