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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