So my friend Jenell headed out for a canoe camping trip this weekend and I knew she was running a little late. Being the gentleman that I am I asked if I could help in some way, so she said it would be a BIG help if I could pick up the paella skillet that she left at work.
I’m not sure what you all think when you hear the word “skillet” or “pan” but I was thinking that it would be something I could swing by and pick up without needing a weightlifting spotter. Here it is (placed on the hood of my car for scale):
Evidently one makes paella in a pan approximately the size of an Acura six-cylinder engine.
Wayne's Whirled 
You know, when I first saw this picture, before I read the text, I though this was going to be a blog about some idiot-asshole who set a big piece of METAL on your car…
Maybe it still is? 🙂
Wayne obviously leases.
Does she routinely bring cartoonishly large pans to work? Most people just bring tupperware at most.
My initial thought upon seeing the picture was that you were going to ask “How many eggs can I fry on my car hood when it hit 110F the other day.”