Morgan and I were traveled through Fauquier to my folks’ house last night. We stopped at a small pizza place because Owen was being really fussy and that can only mean one thing. He wanted food. (My Father-in-law was right, he’s always good unless he’s hungry).
They had an ATM machine like I’ve never seen before:
A sign posted on it read:
Makes sense, but before they had to put a sign on it, some kid had to be like, “Worst. Game. Ever.”