The Great BBQ Sauce Emergency of '22
Let me tell you about the time I saved the annual Columbia BBQ Festival. The organizers ran out of their secret sauce just hours before the event. They called me in a panic, sounding more stressed than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I loaded up faster than you can say "pulled pork" and blazed through town like a greased pig at a county fair. I arrived just as they were firing up the grills, sauce in hand. The mayor himself shook my hand and declared me the "Sauce Savior of Columbia." Just another day in the life of a Hot Shot hero!