Apparently I’m only slightly better at getting gas than I am at cooking.
This is what I found when I got home and stepped out of my car:
On the bright side, I didn’t burn anything, which tends to happen when I’m near a stove.
New job faux pas (maybe)
So I met up with this great freelance writer for tips about how to pitch stories, write stories, get paid for stories, etc. We chatted for an hour and a half, and I’m now going to be helping him out with some background research.
Overall, the meeting went swimmingly.
I just really hope he wasn’t the guy in the Jeep Wrangler that I almost rammed into upon leaving our coffee shop meeting place.
Here’s for hopin’.