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Searching for a safe place to park my vehicle, I circled the Home Depot parking lot twice before I realised, watching people walk by with fifty pound bags of cement and sheets of drywall, that I was the only person who ever rode their bicycle to Home Depot.

Ah. That'd explain why there aren't any bike racks, then.

Inside I finally tracked down an employee (this is difficult) and asked:
"Excuse me, could you help me cut some chain?"
"Yes, but only because you're a kick-ass fiddler."

Turns out that he saw me play back in the day at Piper's Lady/Columbia Pub/Clancy's or whatever it was at the time. I've been in this town too long.

Anyway, my sunday-morning inspiration in the realm of kitchens and storage worked out quite well, all things considered. I'm pleased with myself.

( Cut for pictures )

Weird...There is no 'proud' mood built into LJ. Is this place angsty by default or what?