I don't think it's any secret.. I have a love/hate relationship with our local Hobby Lobby. They love to make me hate them that is. If there were another one even remotely close, I'd drop these guys like a hot potato. Chef echoes that sentiment. Today, as I was driving over to get some more frames and mattes for our awards in 360, I decided to pray about it. "PLEASE," I pleaded with the good Lord. "Let it be Evan." The one competent guy in the whole place. And you know what? When I showed up, the useless guy was helping the lady in front of me and out of the back walks Evan. I chuckled to myself. Everybody else thought I was insane. I almost had a Hallelujah moment. Love, my friends, is when God gives you even the smallest gift, such as a friendly salesman named Evan.
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