More of “The Big Drive North“
The other day (after heading a sad and hearty fare thee well to a bunch of nice people) I packed the car so full of stuff that [Seriously funny analogy/call back type line here ala â€œthat car was so fatâ€ â€œhow fat was itâ€ â€œthat car was so fat that instead of â€˜wash meâ€™ the back window started speaking Spanish . . . it was all like â€˜nada mas. . .â€™ all like â€˜lo siento â€“ pues este es muy necessaro que tu throw some of this junk out!!â€™ heh heh hehâ€ â€“ yeah â€“ definitely something like all of that.] â€“ so full that it was very full â€“ what more can I say?
The dog (Irving Brown Socks) was also making the trip â€“ and the worst part of the whole ordeal came early on for him when after attempting to leave my first stop out of town . . . I hopped into the car to find him whining and whimpering â€“ very urgently â€“ and after quickly checking him out to figure out the problem â€“ my stomach turned when I found that the tip â€“ and seriously just just the tip of his tail was stuck in the door. He received multiple treats â€“ and I am happy to say that he has shown no ill effects since this little misunderstanding happened – although I did notice that the trip to the rocking chair factory that he had organized for the family in North Carolina at the end of the month has been cancelled â€“ so that is a bit sad.
Basically the drive was the drive â€“ the same old drive that it always is â€“ roughly 865 miles of awesome broken up by the stop at Long John Silverâ€™s (where I did buy a bottle of their special Malt Vinegar for some odd reason) in South Carolina (after some outlets â€“ but before that really big peach thing), stopping at a Wal-Mart in North Carolina to pick up a 12 (twelve) pack of Cheerwine, stopping in Virginia to get a personal pan pizza at a Pizza Hut (which morphed into an order of breadsticks and a medium pizza â€“ all of it none too tasty) and then stopping a couple of times to take quick naps (which should be read as â€“ either pull over right now â€“ or end up on the local newscast and in the local weekly newspaper as that crazy driving guy that they found sleeping in his car in the middle of Farmer McSweeneyâ€™s barn â€“ or something). The first nap was just a straight forward rest stop 1/2 (one half) hour â€“ but the second was a tiny bit more interesting . . . I couldnâ€™t find a rest stop anywhere â€“ and so finally I got off on an exit and went into an office park where I nestled my little Jetta in between a couple of vans and proceeded to put my head against the television in the next seat. Before I could pass out â€“ in the dim lights of the parking lot â€“ I saw a tiny bunny hopping directly in front of me and then away . . . it was one of those nice moments â€“ you know â€“ the ones where tiny bunnies hop across your path in the middle of the night on their way to a late night bunny tea party or something â€“ just the kind of moments that make me happy/keep me going.
When I got to the new headquarters â€“ I rang the bell â€“ said mumble mumble so so tired and went in to sleep it all off.
Everything except the tiny bunny that is â€“ I honestly liked that part . . .