One night after I’d just gotten my BLF GT, I got a call from the delivery driver asking where my house was. I grabbed the GT and ran outside. I saw their headlights around the corner so I put that motherfucker on slow strobe, aimed it at the ground in front of their car, and I said, “follow the blinking light.”
They were like, “Oh hey cool, you’re close.” Then they turned the corner and went, “Oh! No, you’re still a ways, that’s just a really bright light. What is that? Are you HOLDING that?! I think I can find my way now, thank you.”
