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.