One fateful day in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Indiana, I happened to see this girl who was wearing what appeared to be a yellow Team 48 Delphi E.L.I.T.E. polo shirt. Curious, I started to walk toward her so I could introduce myself. She was in no mood to talk, apparently. When I first attempted to say hello, her face immediately twisted into a contorted mix of youthful beauty and vile contempt, and she bellowed,
"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to ME?"
Slap a mohawk on her head, and I'd swear Robert De Niro was standing before me! This is something I expected from
oneangrydwarf, not this sweet young girl. Realizing she was from Team 461, and completely freaked out by this occurrence, I ran away in holy terror, but I was still able to get in a "GO BUCKEYES!" before I jumped into my car and sped off. I didn't stop until I was safely back in Ohio, Sweet Land of Normalcy. Needless to say, I rarely venture into Indiana much anymore, except for the occasional visit to the IRI. Bunch of pig chasing weirdos, I tell you!