Sopranos moment...

[chcr]

So, we're in New Jersey Friday morning just before we hit the road to come home, eating breakfast at a diner called The Diamond. There's a guy at the end of the counter in a black business suit. His cell phone rings and Dara overhears his half of the conversation (in what she describes as a very "wiseguyish voice"):

Sammy, this is not a problem. The box isn't that big.

Sammy... No Sammy. Explain the problem to me again.

Why is this a problem Sammy? The box is not that big.

I don't understand why this is a problem Sammy.

No Sammy, leave it alone. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Then the guy pays his tab and leaves.

On a semi-related note, our waitress was clearly clinically insane but in an entertaining way.

 

[markjs]

Not exactly the same thing but the other day a friend with a nice 4x4 jeep drove 50 miles into the Olympic national forest on a rarely traveled logging road and we were FAR from any cellphone reception even, and we found a place encircled by sherrif's tape. It wasn't an area big enough for pot to have been growing, but certainly big enough to have been a shallow grave. It was near a town called Quilcene and Quilcene's biggest industry is the methamphetamine trade.