Dinner, damnit!

Justin wa s in the area for work, but for some reason had his car here. I drove around in a parkinglot and foun dhis car by yautotargetting. I then spent far too much time trying to put a note that asked if he wanted to do dinner on his windshield. Too small, wrote in crappy pen, wrote in sharpie, and theen ajdjusted it under the windshield forever.