Sunday, July 1, 2012

Sunday..July 1st..the Jackass...there is one every trip

Had a nice nights sleep. Woke up areound 8. Sent pool boy out for coffee.  We had some friction this morning cause Im exhausted at the end of the day........and so I was gonna blog in the morning. But crazy man who yesterday said we're on vaca no hurries yaddy yaddy yaddy went off about us having to get on the road. so we did........oh yeah. The morning ride went well, saw alot of cool stuff. While riding Gary asks.... "what do we have thats black and white?" I'm like IDK. "Well it just blew out of the saddlebag!"  Figured it out later that my laundry blew away....saddlebag was hanging wide open as we went down the road....looks like I have room for something new.

More storms coming our way.... lightening ahead. It started sprinkling with high winds had to hold my face shield on (cause its weakened because of the lost screw). Radford is our exit of choice for info and shelter.We chit chat in the Mini mart and decide to move on when the weather blows by.
                                                   *biscuits n sausage gravy

Fort Chisell? gas price.... 3.09   * below is a pic of nummy apple fritters !

*rest area damage
The weather changed for the better and got really cool. thought we were gonna get soaked but that didn't happen. saw lots of downed damaged trees and road signs. After the above rest area we got back on the road. It started heating up fast and I started feeling it. Gary always grabs my left leg when approaching an over pass or some other inconsistency in the pavement. I respond by tightening my knees and slightly standing which takes the bone jarring assault out of some of the ruts and and pot holes. But this time I was less responsive........groggy even. He asked if I was all right and I said.."no" Ok next sign for a hotel or you want to get off at the next rest stop. "As soon as we can........I need water, I don't feel right". So we get off at the next rest stop. I can't get my helmut off fast enough .........and I sit in the shade. then I gget up and start for the soda machine area. I put coins in....one quarter....then another for 1.50 water....which never comes out. So I get the change returned and try another machine........no luck. gary had gone to the bathroom and comes back to find me almost frantic! He tells me to go up and get in the AC in the ladies room...which I did. I splashed my face neck and shirt with cold water and soon felt better. I looked up and saw my reflection and thought "Holy crap" I looked really bad..........red and swollen. Yeah Heat exhaustion sumthin sumthin. There was a woman at the other sink with a little girl. she was watching me. She asked if I was ok. I said thanks yeah I'll be fine. she said "I'll pray for you." I immediately felt better :)
The kind lady walked out and I could hear her talking to Gary in the hallway. So I felt much better and walked out to a concerned Gary standing by the water cooler/bubbla. He invited me to take a drink which I did and threw some more water on my neck. When out of the back ground I hear, "Your getting water on the floor"...................So I'm like yeah and on my neck and my face........and he's like well i have to be concerned with the other patrons ......I can't have em slipping. I look up and all cocky....leaning on the wall is this enemic, pot bellied .....worm of a guy. Gary went off to get paper towels. I said you don't have a MOP! He murmered something about a boss that had the clean head mop and all he had was the dirty head mop blah blahblah. Gary walks out of the bathroom with a wad of toilet paper and throws it on the floor. Then the scank says oh.... yeah we/re out of paper towels. Then Gary turns to the guy and asks, "You work here?" oh yeah ...he says. With that I lost it....not being in my right mind I push Gary away from the mess and turn toward the guy  FURIOUS that he was more concerned with some imaginary "patron " while I'm standing there overheated. So anyway gary stands in between us and some words were exchanged at him and he replies, "Well I could go get the highway patrolman......." I went toward him and ...then continued out the door. I couldn't hear what Gary said but I did hear the jerk say" Well Maybe I'll get him anyway!!" He looked scared.......but in my head I could see Gary paying for my mouthing off to this little pc of %^*. So we left looking in the rear view mirror wondering if Tennessee's finest was gonna pull us over. We made it to a Super 8, and got settled in.

Gary walked over to the DQ (oh yeah Dairy Queen....don't be a hater) had a delicious disgusting dinner.
Gary is snoring now, safe n sound. It could have been a very different ending. If you could just punch someone that deserved it and that be the end of it. But no.......so...........anyway.....time moves on.

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