The Queue: It wasn’t long or much of a trip, but it was definitely strange.
Last week I was supposed to be on vacation, but the vacation was clearly cursed. Just absolutely pirate gold, vengeful murdered victorian child levels of nonsense. The one silver lining was passing by The Peachoid twice in two days.
So, behold, I guess.
This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us the questions and just as soon as we get back from the DMV, dentist, and mechanic, and actually let’s pencil in an exorcist so we probably won’t have a chance to answer, sorry. Maybe after I get done very carefully and explicitly not cussing out my “roadside assistance” insurance agent. Oh, probably should check in with my therapist about it, too now that I’m thinking of it.














