You might recall the worst part of my trip to Texas a few months ago. Today’s trip to Omaha was much better.
There were some anxious moments. At 5:52 someone shouted, “Jerky Factory.” Around 5:53 someone postulated that the Jerky Factory probably closed at 6:00. At 5:55 we arrived at the designated meeting McDonalds to give Brad’s Aunt Bev the purse that she left at Brent’s on the 4th of July. One minute was spent explaining the situation to Aunt Bev. Her response?
“Lets roll.”
We arrived safely, but the selection was disappointing. In fact, if I were going to write up how not do a Jerky store, this would have been a nearly perfect example. But that’s not the point. The jerky that they had was delicious, and now some of it belongs to me.