I just got home. Why? Because my return home crew went through an Alabama spontaneous adventure. Why? Because one of our tires exploded in the middle of I-22 in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere.
I am in NO WAY complaining about this. Because our unexpected detour gained us a friend and well, let's say that there is no end to some people's kindness. Not only did our newly found friend give us tires to help us out, he worked at the Walmart we were towed to.
Not to mention he introduced us to something called the 'Monster Burger.'
Let me tell you right now. It looked gross. It looked fucking terrible, BUT HOLY SHIT IT WAS TASTY. I swear, I thought it was going to come back and murder me in my sleep. Here's the description of it. *rummages around for the card... It had it's own CARD*
"1/2 pound of perfectly seasoned ground beef with a pocket of American cheese, smothered in grilled onions and served on a grilled monster bun. THE ULTIMATE FLAVOR EXPLOSION."
It. Was. Fucking. Delicious. And very surprisingly not very greasy. Which just made it even better. If you EVER go to Sumiton, Alabama, USA... Well. I hope they're still offering it, but make your happy ass's way over to the little hole in the wall 'The Omelette Shoppe.' even their waffles are fucking amazing.
Oh the little things you find unexpectedly.