There is always something going on at the garage. Even if it's only Rob and his computer.
Yesterday Jimmy cleared out the back room. We're gonna build a lounge where the printers used to work, and he managed to get all the gear out of there by himself. He also managed to unplug the fridge and leave it like that over night, but we still love him.
We got a new batch of pomade complete with a note from the custom officials asking us what the stuff in the cans is and how much we've paid for it. That means they have no clue what we're importing or what it's worth.