Tam and I hit Boogie Burger as a weekend treat, then walked a quarter-mile down the Central Canal Towpath, from the start, past the turtle-threatening statue (I can't find any photos -- I shall snap one and post it, this construction cannot adequately be described), across the bowstring truss footbridge and back up Westfield boulevard to my car; a nice way to settle dinner, a chance for Tam to have a smoke and, well, it is Springtime, an encounter with small flying insects. Quite a few of them in the parking lot, and Tam dashed across to the car.
When I got in, reached over and unlocked the door, she climbed in and slammed it, saying, "I don't want any bugs to get in the car, I already inhaled some buggery!"
Long mutual what-did-I-just-hear/say look followed immediately by my "I call blog!"
Y'know, Broad Ripple's artsy and tolerant, but I really doubt there was any chance of that.
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