An odd thing happened today. I was sitting in the car with the little kids waiting for Lee and Keaton to emerge from Quik Trip with sodas and chips for our picnic, when a weird stranger perched himself in front the drivers side window of my van. I thought, “Who is this freak? Should I search for mace? Scream like a school girl? Spit in his face?”

As I was thinking about my attack, the stranger said, “Hey stranger.” Me, stranger? No, you stranger.

But then I realized. I know this fellow.

Standing before me was the man who introduced Lee and I twelve years ago. He moved to Arizona about 10 years ago and we haven’t seen him since. We talked to him on the phone a few times, but even those conversations have been far and few between. We haven’t heard from him in many years at this point. And here he was at Quik Trip.

Quik Trip is an odd little place. They advertise themselves as just a gas station and convience store, but they are really so much more. Lee and I run in to so many people at Quik Trip. It’s like a meeting place. A reunion of sorts. Do they have ads on television? Cause if they don’t, they need to. They could play one of those slow love songs in the background with shots of old friends meeting up. Long lost lovers. Mothers and daughters. Tears would flow from our eyes. It would be a Quik Trip miracle.

Or maybe not.

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