A few summers ago, David and I scored tickets to the Indy race at Texas Motor Speedway. At the time, David lived in the Dallas area, so I drove down from Stillwater and met him at his apartment before heading over to the speedway.
Through numerous phone calls on the drive down, I was assured that David had everything packed and ready to go. All we needed to do, was put it all in my Escape.
I was close to the exit to his place when my last phone conversation with him ended with him excitedly exclaiming, "Getting ready to put everything in the cooler, so we can go once you get here!"
But when I pulled up to his apartment, I saw something I was not quite expecting.