A trip to the bank is quite funny if you look at it. I went today to deposit my check and this guy helped me. He looked at my check saying "You work for Publix?" and I say 'yeah' and then asks "Where?" and then I tell him and he says my store number. He used to work at my store a few years back but quit working at Publix because of the B.S. of the managers and all. He asked me who works there and all that jazz and he said he doesn't know any of 'em. I tell him "Yeah, my brother quit for the same reason" and he said "Is he Lou?" and I said "Louis? yeah he's my brother" and he's like "I know him! The last name looked familiar on the computer" [I'm his sis so we share same last names...] So, we start to talk and Louis used to work with his wife more then he did but knew him. He knew all the stores he used to work at and all. If you're reading this Louis, if you know a guy named Max, he works at my bank. Drop a holla and catch up.

In racing news...

I found some more pictures of the Fan Zone by the garages. I'm so bragging about it to Dad. I smell Daytona in July again!


The infield of the fan zone.


You can now stand on top of the garages and look down on the haulers and stuff. So cool!


You can now spy on drivers. Just peep inside the window and see them work. Junior doesn't like it cause he feels like "A monkey in a cage at a zoo". I agree.