Tuesday, April 22, 2014

I'm Done With Vegas! - Nifty Fifty Pre-trip part 2





After our shift, Jimmy Poon got right to work on installing the Start-o-matic Anti-Cheemo starter and it worked great. One little push on the magic button on the sleek fob and my Tercel would start. Just 35 minutes later it would be warm and toasty inside. How did I ever live without such a thing?

Winter dragged on.

And on.

And on.

And with a couple of weeks left until Mrs. F left for Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada, I was back in the doldrums again. Sure, having a warm car was good for the perogies, but I was as stuck in Flusherville winter as those Arctic explorer guys who froze and ate each other.

One day, as I snuck through the offices of the Veeblefetzer plant in order to take an extremely nasty dumperoo in boss Norbert’s executive washroom, I overheard him in the boardroom talking about some conference or other.

The light went on.

Not the washroom light, the light in my head. You know, the dim one.

Of course! GrommetCon 2014!

To make a long story short, that night, Jimmy Poon hacked into Norbert’s laptop and put me on the list of helpers for the conference. And guess where that conference was being held?

No, really.

Guess.

I booked my flight to Vegas. I’d be arriving 36 hours after Mrs. Flusher.




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