After that, we went to Thomson-West, where I used to work, although I can't remember why. At West we saw Scooter, who is just itching to touch something inappropriately. He'll just have to photoshop something.
At Larry's cube we found this - a crappy piece of plastic that commemorates a crappy project. I tried to take a better picture of this, but then realized that it is impossible to take a good picture of any Unity related item. Wierd.
This used to be mine. Now it's not.
And, in case the terrorists can't find Larry now, here's the message he left to them in his old cube.
All and all, a wonderful day in Eagan. I laughed, I cried, I got two fajita plates at Don Pablo's. As I left, I couldn't help but think, "Thank God I'm in St. Peter now."
On a related note, Larry thinks it's cool that his wife has a Yaris, but I have a Grand Caravan that gets 70.8 mpg. So there.
