This was how it was supposed to go down: On the way back from Philadelphia, Robbi, Bob, and Maiko were going to stop at Balan’s, my favorite rib joint in the world, to pick up a rack and a half of baby backs. I have been fasting all day in anticipation.
Instead of coming straight home, they thought it would be fun to torture me by stalling. This is the best excuse they could come up with.
Some people…
