Okay, well, just one more, I swear
I know I said I was done with the Alaska stories, but this one's been such a hit with everyone I've told it to, I figured I'd pass it along. And it really is a classic.
So after that last post from Juneau, I was walking back through town from the internet shop toward my hotel. It was about 11, so it was actually dark. And as I was about halfway back, I passed a couple of drunk fishermen taking a leak against the side of a building. As I walked by, one of them called out to me.
"Hey!" he said, "You got pretty hair!"
And that's it, people. I may break out a few more nuggets in person, but I am done regaling people in print about The Big North. Well, until my next trip, at least.
So after that last post from Juneau, I was walking back through town from the internet shop toward my hotel. It was about 11, so it was actually dark. And as I was about halfway back, I passed a couple of drunk fishermen taking a leak against the side of a building. As I walked by, one of them called out to me.
"Hey!" he said, "You got pretty hair!"
And that's it, people. I may break out a few more nuggets in person, but I am done regaling people in print about The Big North. Well, until my next trip, at least.