Stop #41 happened mere hours after Stop #40, and mere miles away.
I was joined by the legendary Kyanne and her fellow Notre Dame grad student, Ankit.
You may remember them from the Mishawaka stop, in which I drooled profusely over Shaun Morgan and crew. Of course, you may remember it better for the creepy picture featuring three Bretts.
While I worked on the sign, they worked on some artwork:
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From Ankit, a small person with a ginormous Steakburger.
And from Kyanne, an illustration of my drive up on that particular day, in which Officer Ron pulls me over and gives me a speeding ticket.
It's true. My streak of not just not getting pulled over for speeding but legitimately not really speeding anymore anyway ended as construction and We-Wish-We-Were-Big-Town, Indiana
stop lights put me way behind schedule.
And I was sad.
Fortunately, Steak n' Shake was able to supply me with a Western BBQ Double Steakburger and fries.
And when that wasn't quite enough, they brought me a double chocolate milkshake.
And when that wasn't enough, Kyanne, showing the kind of generosity you could only get from a true friend, let me steal her cherry.
For you cynics out there, I guess it's also possible that it's not so much generosity of a true friend, but of someone who doesn't like whipped cream and pseudo-faux cherries.
But I opt for the generosity thing. :)
After we finished our artwork and food, we decided to head out so we could make it to Kyanne's apartment for a round of Settlers of Catan. Which was spectacular, as I recreated I-80/I-90 around some fields of brick and wheat.
Next brilliant idea? Settlers of Can. AT Steak n' Shake.
Was the officer's name actually Ron? Inquiring minds (okay, tired minds who can't come up with a clever comment) want to know.
ReplyDelete(And since when do I have multiple minds? Oh dear.)
Sincerely, a Minnesotan who should go to bed now