And where exactly is George. He hasn't even responded to the e-mail I sent him.
Maybe he's out getting a sandwich.
First thing I see is a veterinary hospital. Pull into their parking lot. Run in, acting calm. “Hey do you have a restroom I could use?” And the kids at the front desk are like “Sure!” They were so nice! It was like an employees only bathroom too. But thank god, it all worked out. I was seconds from disaster.
Whew!
Where the HELL is George and his stupid "jam?"