I thought that since everyone else has documented the thermometer so well, I'd include one place which didn't have quite the following. It just wouldn't be Baker without the Bun Boy!
Well...maybe it would.
You know what? You are quite, quite mad, I decided that within 30 seconds of meeting you! What could be better!?
Yes'm. Mad I am, and mad I be. I just may be too mad for thee.
In all seriousness, The Bun Boy looked like a high quality establishment. One that would manage to endure in one's memory well beyond all the other cheap stays in quickly forgotten single night sojourns. One that would manage to surpass expectations of a sleepy registration at 1 a.m., and surprise the guest with high-end amenities and unexpected attention to detail.
Well, maybe that's just the Mad Greek food talking.
Your sense of humour's really weird, indeed it's just as I had feared, perhaps it's time I disappeared? You wrote a little piece in rhyme, not knowing it's a craze of mine, so now I've written my reply, I guess it's time to say goodbye! (For now, at least, it's tea time! Mind you, I've just been having a struggle shifting a rather large log to make a bridge, and consequently, I don't think I can even stagger over to the table any more.. :( Sympathy would be good at this point. I have a feeling you would need prompting to come up with any sympathy.....
sympathy prompt O! Such weight! Such labor! Such unrecognized vigor! Logs for bridges. There's a book in there, no doubt.
I do hope that you're sufficiently recovered, and that the bridge is a marvel of modern movement. Do take good care of yourself, and 'ware the splinters. Although, with a log, those splinters turn out to be the size of 2x4's. :)
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Photo taken in Baker, CA, USA
Misplaced? Suggest new location