The Oscar Mayer Wienermobile was at my house Saturday night. I absolutely kid you not.I was at my parents’ house, and they were arriving back from the evening session of stake conference. My dad is the branch president of the singles branch, so the branch members were coming over for root beer floats following the session. One of these people was the driver of said Wienermobile — his name was Jeff — and he just happened to be passing through at the right time. So he came to our house. In the Wienermobile.
He didn’t seem to mind showing people the inside, so I got some awesome pictures. Notable are the cool seats, the mustard detailing on the floor, and the sky-themed ceiling (“It’s always blue skies in the Wienermobile,” says Jeff, pictured second to last below). Also awesome is the Delorean-style door to get in.
The only thing that could compare with having the Wienermobile at my house was seeing it tower over the rest of the parking lot at stake conference the next morning. With Elder Richard G. Hinckley, the prophet’s son, in attendance.
6 comments:
I've just realized that some of these pictures are sideways. If I didn't rotate them before uploading them, the chance that I'm going to do it now is startlingly slim.
Wow! I actually wish I'd been in your hometown this weekend. However, I'm sure I'll have another shot at seeing the Weinermobile. Fabulous!
That was so beautiful. Thank you for the enlightenment.
i.have.no.words...
bah hah.
I've got words. That was rad.
this kind of thing only happens in movies, Roger. Or great books.
Or your life, apparantly.
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