So Chaz, Tessa and I were driving down to Marlboro Ma., this morning to go check out the big gun show that is there this weekend. We turn off of the highway and onto RT20, a secondary road that leads to the exhibit hall where the show is held. There are lots of industrial parks and hotel/trade center type places along this stretch. We roll to a stop at a red light, right in front of one of the hotels. In front is the big sign with the name of the place, and one of those light up marquee signs for posting messages. The sign reads:
"Good luck Roberto, we'll miss you!!"
Tess spots the sign and reads it out loud. Without a moments delay, Chaz comes out with "What happened to Roberto, he get deported?"
|