LIQOUR STORE BASEMENT!

Tonight we had some excitement.

As we were dropping off job applications with dear Mr. Phillip the tornado siren started its high pitch moaning. It just so happened that we were near a spirits store and the worker was in the doorway urging us to come in. So we raced through the rain, pouring down in sheets, and then found ourselves ushered down a rickety staircase (the wood was aged to gray). For the next twenty minutes we spent quality time with eight strangers in a very old brick built basement surrounded by cases of wine and mysterious rolled up brown sacks. Yep. Sometimes these things happen and most often they happen to me.