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The Depot was closed for the day but the owner, who saw us circling around outside "like vultures", opened up and made us a pizza. He's an ex-truck driver - his head filled with the exact distances in miles from city to city. Here to Chicago: 270 miles. Or something like that. I liked the exactness and matter-of-factness of his knowledge. Some people I know - me included - think it's a big deal to know how many eggs one consumes.
Anyway, this guy also has a big temper. Watch out. He described to us how he attacked a workmate who had been verbally provoking him over a period of days. He said he took the guy by his ears and rammed his head into the workbench and hoped that a "wood splinter would enter his brain."
YIKES. Still, a good place to stop and eat.