It rained all day. Wrecks everywhere. Got to Kingsport late. Blah.
At dinner, we were seated in the same area as a group of about 12 people that were co-workers and spouses having a holiday get together. But remember, this is Kingsport. After about two minutes of watching and listening to them, I whispered to Maria that we had stumbled into a meeting of Larry the Cable Guy‘s fan club. Of the seven men, all had beards, four wore caps, one had a mullet, and one looked like Kenny Rogers in the 70’s.
A few minutes later, my daughter said “those guys sound like Mater” and I nearly fell in the floor.
Mater – damn, I’m going to wake myself up all night laughing – only cause I’ve been to Kingsport.