SockPuppet, Me, and the Devil make 3

[_MrStakhanovite]

I had just rolled into a random parking lot in Logan Utah, and I was looking for Sock Puppet’s phone number when my phone rang, of course, it was him. Thoughtlessly I answered in a southern drawl, “Bob Crocket’s office”. There was a moment of stunned silence before a gravelly voice exclaimed, “WTF!”.

One of the best parts about meeting someone from the boards is that all your expectations you had about someone can be shattered in just a few seconds. Sock Puppet’s voice is reminiscent of Sam Elliot, which is not at all how I imagined he would sound. I ignored his directions to the Beehive Grill and drove in the opposite direction.

Once I realized my mistake, it took a few moments of navigational work and cussing, before I figured where I had to go. When I finally got to the Beehive Grill, Sock and I spotted each other, he was already inside, sitting next to a window facing the parking lot. Naturally, I was still lost in the sauce, and he actually had to point out the front door to me. I use to be good at land navigation, I swear.

After I stumbled my way inside, I noticed Sock had already set the tone, and had a tall glass of ‘Black Crow’ stout, which looked like it had the consistency of liquid bread. I loved it, because I was instantly reminded of old Irish pub culture, and Ronnie Drew reciting “Pint of Plain”.

Introductions were quick, and spirits were high. Our poor waitress was subjected to our lame jokes (I ordered my Root Beer on the rocks and Sock ordered the Poor man‘s salad [cole slaw]). The discussion ranged from philosophy, music, personal lives, and I even got the full description of the Watson Letter fiasco.

It’s amazing what good food and good company can do to lift your spirits. After spending the day driving in the rain and traffic, I was starving and irritated, but after a Jack Daniel’s BBQ burger and some laughs, the day had a brand new shine to it. It’s easy to forget how much humans are social creatures, I had spent sometime wrapped up in my own steel cocoon along I15, and the cure for what ailed me was some food and simple, pleasant, company.

[_Blixa]

That stout sounds tasty. I'll have to see if I can scare some up here in foodie paradise...

I love that prank, Stak.

[_Yoda]

I'm jealous!

It entices me to want to come to Utah to meet you guys.

Great story!

I wish I could have seen the look of Sock's face when he heard "Bob Crockett's office!"

Too funny!

[_MrStakhanovite]

Thanks Liz/Blixa!

[_Bond James Bond]

I thought sockpuppet was young? He certainly has a mischievous streak that suggests he's no more than 35.

[_harmony]

I thought sockpuppet was young? He certainly has a mischievous streak that suggests he's no more than 35.

I think he's closer to eternity than that.