Rock tried through most of the morning to find a suitable spot on the Arkansas-Little Rock campus to start a run for the Little Rock Hash House Harriers. He discussed the matter with several Little Rock policemen, one of whom asked him to join them for lunch at Walgreens. Rock agreed, and when he walked into the store saw at least a hundred policemen seated at a lunch counter that ran along three sides of the building's interior. Hundreds of empty DiGiorno frozen pizza boxes were stacked behind them. Though all appeared perfectly normal to Rock, the battalion chief seemed compelled to explain this choice for lunch. He attempted by saying that the department saved a great deal of money because of all the leftovers the men took home with them. Rock was convinced.
As Hashing friends Don and Kayce drove him home, south on Fair Park Blvd., they told Rock of a girl they knew named Colette. "I think she's your type," Kayce said. "She's definitely petepretty."
"Man, we'd love to introduce you to her," Don said.
Rock was skeptical but pleased. He asked if they could show him a picture.
Before they responded, Rock noticed to their right a flea market opened in an abandoned strip mall. His attention was particularly drawn to several large slow-cookers, each of which contained one of a variety of stuffed animals.
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