Today Shannon, Jenette, Chris, and I ventured to
recently drunk-parking damaged Pizza Hut. Our first question was "booth or table?" Knowing full well a booth would put us close to the damage, we agreed on the terribly small booth. Throughout the filling meal, I was taunted by a giant black tarp covering the damaged area, and our not-forgotten table.
While Shannon distracted the employees of Pizza Hut by gladly paying for the bill and leaving the usual over 15% tip, I struck. With camera in hand, I kneeled on the floor, sneakily stuck the camera under the forboding tarp and snapped a shot. I could see the flash through a tiny hole in the thick tarp. What was underneath? No one would have not expected it. Plywood.
While Shannon distracted the employees of Pizza Hut by gladly paying for the bill and leaving the usual over 15% tip, I struck. With camera in hand, I kneeled on the floor, sneakily stuck the camera under the forboding tarp and snapped a shot. I could see the flash through a tiny hole in the thick tarp. What was underneath? No one would have not expected it. Plywood. 
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