hullabelew
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In 2000, I went to my wife's 20th year reunion at a Catholic HS in Omaha. I think they had 400 people in their graduating class. I had only met 3 of them before the night.
As we pull into the parking the first car we see is a 1980 Z-28, complete with t-tops. It looked like it had just rolled off of the showroom floor. At that point, my goal was to identify the owner.
When I walked in the door, the first guy I see is one of the 3 people I knew. He looked at me with a knowing nod and said "Have you figured out who is driving the Z"? We had only met briefly before, but he apparently knew what I was up to. I said, "gimme 5 minutes".
I stopped at the bar, made one lap around the room and I spotted him. Mullet in tact, wearing a silk, button down shirt and a pair of white cheap-hotel-shorts*. I went back to my buddy and pointed him out. CONFIRMED. I then said, "Let me guess. Worked in a local grocery store and bought the Z28 within 1 week of graduating high school. Still works there?" He said "Yes, assistant manager".
* No ball room.
As we pull into the parking the first car we see is a 1980 Z-28, complete with t-tops. It looked like it had just rolled off of the showroom floor. At that point, my goal was to identify the owner.
When I walked in the door, the first guy I see is one of the 3 people I knew. He looked at me with a knowing nod and said "Have you figured out who is driving the Z"? We had only met briefly before, but he apparently knew what I was up to. I said, "gimme 5 minutes".
I stopped at the bar, made one lap around the room and I spotted him. Mullet in tact, wearing a silk, button down shirt and a pair of white cheap-hotel-shorts*. I went back to my buddy and pointed him out. CONFIRMED. I then said, "Let me guess. Worked in a local grocery store and bought the Z28 within 1 week of graduating high school. Still works there?" He said "Yes, assistant manager".
* No ball room.