Despite the overcast sky above Daytona International Speedway, the guy wore
opaque shades. Broad-shouldered and obviously in shape , he strode through the
garage, moving for nobody, the people about to encounter him stepping out of the
way. He was a member not of a gang but of a crew, of Kenny Schrader's pit
crew.
After he walked past, I saw the back of his uniform. It said, Little
Debbie.
Oh, no, not Little Debbie! Anybody but Little Debbie! How do you
introduce him? Joe, this is Little Debbie. Little Debbie, this is Joe.
What's Little Debbie going to do to the folks that don't get out of his
way, cover them with calories? Introduce them to his good friend cholesterol?
Force feed them until they're obese?
Keep the shades, buddy. You're entitled.
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