World´s Narrowest House
This was just about our favorite thing about this town. Our orientation was from a cab driver at 5:30 in the morning on the way to our hotel. He was recently released from prison in Atlanta, and he told us not to sell drugs in that town because the mafia was cutting off the heads of drug dealers. James and I thought he was a nice enough guy, but Becca was planning her escape from the cab. She had 2 plans and neither included helping James and myself. She was sitting between us and plan A was to climb over me to get out to safety and B was to climb over James to get out. Her lack of concern for our well being is worrisome.
posted by Zach at 10:35 AM
3 Comments:
my kudos to becca... i love to hear of her complete indifference to either of your existences? is that the right word? ANYwho, is that one house? or one on top of another? -baret
Are you sure those aren't just ramdom shrines to Mary, stacked for some reason? - Adam
Becca's plans are brilliant. It amazes me how she can come up with such detailed and meticulous crises plans in such little time. Not to mention, I am in agreement with Baret (for once). Nice touch being indifferent to the two of you. The best part is, it probably would have actually been easier for her to escape if she had used one of you as a human shield, fall breaker, etc.
Still...taking it for the team (i.e. leaving Zach in the car) makes me proud to count her as a member of my family.
On a related note, COME HOME.
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