super bowl sunday

a few yrs ago, when i had recently relocated from the "divorced dad apartments" to my own house in benbrook, a buddy of mine from the reserves gave me a line on a washer 'n' dryer for $150 out in rockwall. so i called up dan lightner and on a sunday, we rode out there in his pickup truck to get 'em.

when we got to rockwall, around lunchtime, we noticed a strange phenom: there was _absolutely no one_ on the road with us. a fucking ghost town. we nervously joked that maybe the rapture had come. we stopped to get a bite to eat. there was a mexican family eating and a coupla goobers behind the counter, watching tv. then we realized what was going on: it was super bowl sunday.