I got there late, so Chris (the "guy") was out of walkie talkies. He told me to find someone with a walkie talkie and stick with them. So I followed Roy around. It was 90 degrees out and we were standing around doing nothing, so I decided to go out to my car for a root-beer. Roy gave me the slip, and the meathead at the gate wouldn't let me back in. He didn't believe that I was there to help because I didn't have a walkie talkie(or enough cheap cologne, apparently). I stood around wondering WTF I should do for about 5 minutes, then got pissed-off and left. As I was starting my car, Roy reappeared with the magic walkie talkie, but by then I was insulted, pissed-off, hot, and over the whole ordeal. I thought they needed help, but they were so disorganized and ******* rude that I'll never offer to help again.
I shoulda hooked up with Andrew at the scca race. He's probably having a blast right now.
I shoulda hooked up with Andrew at the scca race. He's probably having a blast right now.
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