Friday night libations down at Shockoe Bottom do not always bode well for one’s car.
This morning as we set up at the Farmer’s market, a policeman was directing a tow truck to pull out 2 Infiniti FX35. Poor cars, I winced as the truck’s cable strained to pull them up onto the flat bed.
I’m pretty sure when the errant owners come back to look for their cars they might wonder “Dude, where’s my car?!”
Below, getting my little macarons ready for the market.