The first time I ever saw Andy, it was from the front seat of a car (Annie's). I was visiting her, and we were headed to Wendy's for a late night jr. bacon cheeseburger (obviously). Annie saw Andy's Bronco, Vicky, on the drive over and followed her into the empty parking lot next to Arby's. Andy was on a similar sandwich themed mission.
Arby's was closed, and Andy leaned out the window of his truck, and discussed his options with Annie.
Picture it: A brisk Rexburg night, Andy in his white vintage Ford Bronco, leaning ever-so-casually out the window, cracking wise and looking cool.
It was a very impressive impression.
Annie, of course, persuaded him to join us at Wendy's, and ta da, we got on like a house on fire.
He disappeared from my life for a while there, but then made a reappearance. With a vengeance. And he's been impossible to shake ever since.