Eat a churro and meditate on the hotel shippings, boy!

If that great churro stand on 12th Ave was open, you would. The least you can do is think about those shipments. For a moment, you worry that you lost the clipboard - but you didn't. You left it in your drawer at your office as evidence. Without a moment to lose, you head out, asking ID to keep watch on the hotel lobby for now. You catch a cab to your office, and once there you start looking over the shipment records. The last one on there is what you're looking for: Feb 14, 2006, 11:15 PM | Food Waste | 1301 12th Street