I am wandering the grounds of the resort I am staying at this weekend, working on my fourth drink in eight hours, and it has occurred to me that several of the snippets of conversation I have overheard would make excellent writing prompts.))
"I don't know what parking lot you're in, Victoria." "Ben! Mike! Uncle Jerry!" "Cody would never let me - we just established that. Leslie would, but I'm still not sure that's a good idea." "DON'T EAT THE PINECONE EMILY"))
Driving delivery for what I hope is the last time tonight. Going to go to the next city over thanks to this delivery place being so close to the beltway. Museum District yeee