Driving through Layton, Utah, yesterday - this was one of those rare occasions when I get to go past the iron curtain of
60th South - I was stopped at a signal where, as per usual, my mind was drifting off and noticed a most peculiar sign on a building.
My mind read it in total; as the text, in three-foot-high red letters, was rather run together, I saw the literal-sounding DawDrawPin -
DODROPINN.
I was trying to find a location I'd never been to, a storage facility just off the freeway. "Just look for
this, turn right at
that, and you're
there," as I'd been told.
Well, I didn't see
this, and drove well past
that, and ended up at a completely different
that.
So I got on the phone with a co-worker that not only works beyond the iron curtain, but lives near the second
that.
"Oh, you drove past this, that, and the other thing."
No sh!t.
SO while I looked for that, I had him on the phone. Conveniently, when I saw the three-foot-high red letters.
"What the hell is DawDrawPin?"
"WHAT?"
"At the corner of Hwy 193 and Hill Field Road. Behind the Pizza Hut."
Much muttering was heard in my truck when he exclaimed "OH! The
Do Drop Inn!"
"But... wait... that should be spelled... Oh."
I'll put that on my bucket list. Something else to "do".