Hello everyone, my name is Craig, but my friends know me as Gumpy. I'm a recovering Busnut and have been sober now for 12 hours!
<everyone> Hi Gumpy! Welcome to Busnuts Anonymous.
Last night, my 17 year old son got his first chance to play bass in a real gig downtown Minneapolis. Of course, to his dismay, his Mother and I decided the prudent thing would be to go see him. On the way there, though, we had to take a short detour around some construction, which led us past the Target Center. I turned the corner and there was one really gorgeous MCI conversion sitting on the street. I nearly crashed into several cars who were trying to cut me off. I was jolted back to reality by the screams of my passengers, and so missed most of the sight.
Then we rounded the arena and on the opposite side, sitting along the street we had to take, were 7 or 8 Prevost conversion coaches. Talk about a traffic jam behind me. Seems everyone was in a big hurry and nobody wanted to drive 5 miles per hour. Indignant fools!
We nearly missed my son's performance!
Next time, I'm taking the MC9 and parking with the big boys!