So a month or so back, Leif orchestrated a little get together, which marked my first ever visit to the legendary Minneapolis establishment that is Grumpy’s.
He’d blogged and tweeted about some hip discomfort he’d been experiencing and how, as you might imagine, it really cramps his style as a travel writer and a person who does not own a car. So I inquired as to how he got himself in this position.
Yadda yadda yadda, medical burro.
This is a terrible way to tell a story; I really don’t remember how exactly it came up (this was somewhere between my first and second tall can of Strongbow). It had something to do with how they can’t ask you about service dogs when you travel and the fact that a burro would be more useful.
Missy insists the correct term would be “service burro.”
We’re designing for the other 90% here, people.
