And I think I’m the only Her blogging. (Get it??)
The hotel is crazy busy and only one building has an elevator. They charged me $5.50 for a beer. I’m tired and a little sweaty from driving all afternoon and evening. But I’m glad I’m here.
I stopped to get gas about midway and went into a Foster’s Freeze. I haven’t seen one in a long time and I remember liking their fries when I was little. Plus, I had to use the ladies. When I walked in and saw that the place was empty, I was all, ‘Cool! The place is empty! No line in the ladies!’ But when I walked in to the bathroom, it was sans toilet paper, so I walked right back out and asked for someone to fix that situation. While I was waiting for the one and only girl to go in and add some TP while the guys all kind of stood around and helped, um, no one, since there was no one to help, I ordered some fries, an iced tea and because I knew I’d probably need some protein, a burrito. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when I was washing my hands that I thought is was odd that they even had a burrito. I didn’t remember any burritos when I was little. But, what the heck. A burrito.
I walked back out into the deserted dining area to sit down and wait and noticed that I wasn’t really all alone after all. The table next to me had two flies on it. So I walked to the next table. It had three flies on it. So I just kept walking around the room, passing table after table of flies having dinner, until I had completed one lap and then stood next to the counter, hoping against hope that all the flies were, for some reason, more apt to be on one side of the counter than the other. Sadly, I was wrong, and the flies by the warmer and dancing on top of the drink station seemed to be having quite a party.
My feet frozen to my spot, but keeping my arms twitching and my head swaying lest I look like a good landing spot to a fly, I heard a ding and I thought, ‘Phew! My flies, I mean, fries are done!’ But alas, it was not my fries but instead my burrito getting pulled out of the deep fryer. My fries were under the warmer becoming a fly family of 9’s appetizer.
The young man grabbed the fries, shoved them and the burrito in the sack, handed me my iced tea and asked if I wanted ketchup. I KNEW I wasn’t going to eat them, and FYI, I never eat ketchup on my fries, but for some reason, I said yes. He threw some in and handed me the sack. I walked outside and into my car and sat there for about 3 minutes in silence wondering why I didn’t demand my $6.01 back.
Instead, I grabbed the burrito, mostly because I was fascinated that they had put in in the deep fryer (??) and cracked it open. It was filled with chili.
Huh.
So, I threw it all away in the trashcan in the parking lot and went back to the gas station and bought a water and a bag of pumpkin seeds. That and this beer is dinner. Nutritious. My mother would be so proud.
Off to take a cold shower and get in bed. Hey, the comforter is pretty nice. I brought my own from home for nothing……