This story has a little bit of background, so just bear with me. When I interned in Washington D.C. this past summer, I worked with an Air Force Major. At one point in his career he was stationed at Dyess Air Force Base in Abilene, Texas. This coincidence was quite interesting. We had many great talks about A-Town, one of which he used to inform that the greatest barbeque he had ever eaten was at "The Bee Hive," in Albany. A town of 2,000,
Albany sits 30 miles east of Abilene.
Excited about tentilating our taste buds, Kaybee and I drove to Albany yesterday. Only to find that The Bee Hive is closed on Sunday's. We were quite dissapointed. The ambiance of the barbeque pit looked intriguing as well. It had a certain "old western fort" look to it. Our stomachs growling, we turned for home in search of sustenance. Before we left town we had a great laugh, a great many laughs indeed, when we spotted the sign posted above. I have seen a great many church billboards in this area, but this is by far the greatest!
Our adventure did not end there however. Growing hungrier by the minute, we raced to Abilene's lone Chic-fil-A. But it was Sunday, and respecting the American Sabbath Day, the restaraunt was closed. Ach! To Sonic with us! Eating at Sonic, in Abilene, at this time of year, is not enjoyable. The heat is intense, and one is oft tempted to leave the air conditioning on. However, the high fuel price persuades otherwise. So, with the windows down, we sweat and eat. During our meal I accidently left the lights on. Normally, when a person stops their vehicle and removes the keys, a loud, obnoxious ring alerts them that they have left the lights on. I did not remove the keys, I simply turned the engine off. The loud, obnoxious ring did not sound. Thus, I did not turn off the lights. Looking back, I am confused as to why the Sonic employees never mentioned it. Hmm. Nevertheless, the battery was dead. Stone cold, six feet under, completely, 100% dead. Well...more like sleeping. A friendly Texan gave us a jump, and we were on our way.
Albany sits 30 miles east of Abilene.
Excited about tentilating our taste buds, Kaybee and I drove to Albany yesterday. Only to find that The Bee Hive is closed on Sunday's. We were quite dissapointed. The ambiance of the barbeque pit looked intriguing as well. It had a certain "old western fort" look to it. Our stomachs growling, we turned for home in search of sustenance. Before we left town we had a great laugh, a great many laughs indeed, when we spotted the sign posted above. I have seen a great many church billboards in this area, but this is by far the greatest!
Our adventure did not end there however. Growing hungrier by the minute, we raced to Abilene's lone Chic-fil-A. But it was Sunday, and respecting the American Sabbath Day, the restaraunt was closed. Ach! To Sonic with us! Eating at Sonic, in Abilene, at this time of year, is not enjoyable. The heat is intense, and one is oft tempted to leave the air conditioning on. However, the high fuel price persuades otherwise. So, with the windows down, we sweat and eat. During our meal I accidently left the lights on. Normally, when a person stops their vehicle and removes the keys, a loud, obnoxious ring alerts them that they have left the lights on. I did not remove the keys, I simply turned the engine off. The loud, obnoxious ring did not sound. Thus, I did not turn off the lights. Looking back, I am confused as to why the Sonic employees never mentioned it. Hmm. Nevertheless, the battery was dead. Stone cold, six feet under, completely, 100% dead. Well...more like sleeping. A friendly Texan gave us a jump, and we were on our way.
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