I was driving through Sylacauga, Alabama, and I saw a local museum that looked interesting. The museum was free and had a mix of art and historical exhibits.
There was a family reunion in the event room at the museum. I didn’t plan to crash a party that day, but the opportunity just presented itself, so I did it.
I ended up eating some of the best macaroni and cheese I have ever tasted. I thought about sending a letter to the museum to tell the person that set up the party how much I loved that macaroni and cheese (singed by the party crasher).