Atlantic City Road Trip
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Road Trip
“Anyone want to see Jim Gaffigan? A friend of mine just emailed me that he has two extra tickets.” Frank asks.
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“Sure. He’s pretty funny. When?” Billy asks.
“Tonight…at the Borgata.”
“In Atlantic City? Nevermind, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”
“Gaffigan is the brother on My Boys right?” Sara asks.
“Yup. Apparently he’s a stand up comic too.”
“Sure, I’ve got nothing better to do. When do we leave?” Sara asks.
“An hour? Beat rush hour traffic and maybe get some dinner first. You remember Brett, my friend from Philly?”
“The Phillies fan..yeah..I remember.” Sara grumbles.
“It’s a comedy show, I’m sure baseball won’t come up.”
“Oh, fine. Let me just powder my nose.”
“Powder your nose? Is it suddenly the 20s? I have to warn you, Atlantic City is probably very different if we’ve gone back in time 80 years.” Billy lectures.
“You planning on playing poker or anything? Should I grab a book, or some cash to play slots?” Sara asks.
“Probably not, but might as well toss a book in the car. We can figure it out after the show.” Frank says.
“I have to say, driving down to Atlantic City last minute…this guy better be funny.” Sara gets up to get ready.
Frank, to himself. “Hot pockets..”
Tags: 6th Floor, atlantic city, comedy, hot pockets, jim gaffigan, My Boys, road trip, time travel
Wegmans
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy.
Subject: Wegmans
As many of you know, or don’t know, Frank went to school in Buffalo. While there he discovered Wegmans. Wegmans rocks, especially when compared to the grocery stores in the NYC area. It’s just the little things, and hard to explain if you haven’t been there. Frank developed an itch to go there, and decided to make the hour plus trip to the closest one in New Jersey.
“I can’t stand it anymore, I want a chicken finger sub, from Wegmans.”
“Isn’t the closest one in like Ocean, or Bridgewater somewhere? We could probably drive it..”
“Drive to Jersey for groceries? Are you nuts?”
“Hey, don’t knock it if you’ve never been there.”
“Guess it’s not the most crazy trip you’ve made at the last minute, but it is rush hour. Going to be fun getting out of the city.”
“I don’t have anything better to do tonight. Do you?”
Tabitha pauses. “Truthfully no. Fine, I’m curious what all the fuss is about, but I’m bringing a book to read in the car..and our grocery list.”
“Shot gun!”
“Coming Billy?”
“I drive back and forth from nowhere to nowhere at work, I don’t need to do it after work too. I’ll stay here. Bring me back some cool cheese or something.”
“Will do. Let’s go. You know how to get there right?”
“GPS. 21st century. Get with the program!”
“Right right, blind trust in technology. You haven’t met many developers have you?”
“I’ll get us there. Come on, I can’t remember if I have gas or not and I want to get out of NYC as fast as possible before the traffic piles up.”
“When was the last time you drove anyway?”
“Probably three weeks ago when we went out to Sue’s in Jersey.”
“Right! And you got gas. It was Jersey, Ann told you you were obligated.”
“I was obligated, you’re right. I guess we’re good. That means I can use the bathroom before we go.”
And that was where it all went downhill.
We got stuck in traffic.
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Then we got lost, because the GPS died.
We did eventually find it, and it was awesome.
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Then we got stuck in traffic coming home. I miss the subway.