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| Grimey's, located in Nashville's Edgehill neighborhood, provided us the chance to look at new and used music alike |
Prior to that beckon, my spouse and I had engaged in a combo of toodling on our mobile phones and conversing over past and future vacation plans. At this point, the latter was diminishing rapidly, but we wanted to make our final hours of freedom in Nashville worthwhile.
My senses, already aroused by the scent of fried foods for the last 40 minutes or so, jumped to attention. The sales ticket indeed matched the number, and I hungrily rambled from our seat to the front counter.
"You ordered the extra hot?" I could feel owner André Prince Jeffries' eyes peering into me.
I nodded, "Yep, one extra hot and an extra extra hot."
"Good. I wanna' keep my eye on you," she replied, "to see if your head explodes."
