My welcome home from Mexico this morning was from Don at 11:45 a.m. when he put his non-microwaveable travel mug in the microwave and melted the rubberized non-skid bottom to the surface. Not the rotating plate, but the actual surface of the microwave. Forget the delicately sweet Arabica bean coffee partnered with a creamy froth of milk and foam for a latte and substitute, instead, an overwhelmingly pungent aroma of burned tires floating in every inch of the environment surrounding your nostrils.
Note to Self: Brings back memories of a weekend at Talladega for the last true bump-drafting NASCAR stock car race in 2012. It did not fail to entertain with a fiery 25-car crash on the last lap. We were there.
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