The deep south: day 8 (8/20)
Forget Harold & Kumar; for breakfast, we were the ones who went to White Castle. And in a fit of generosity, I purchased a box of sliders to take to the office for lunch. Granted, after the three-hour drive back - and dropping Chad and the luggage off at the house - the sliders were no longer at 100% warmth and freshness, but I heard no complaints from the co-workers.