Its almost 6:30 and we are somewhere close to middle of Texas, which is a total shit hole if you ask me. We stopped at a Pilot gas station to fill up and there was so many creepers it was out of control. One creeper in particular was staring at the girls and looked over at Lola and said "That one must be a real pistol". After my death stare he walked away. Then Zelda dropped a snow globe, it literally exploded glitter onto our feet and all over the floor, then we got some food, got yelled at by a trucker for apparently not being polite enough (picture this: Me walking through a crowded Pilot with two little ladies and my hands full with snacks and drinks. I come to the door and tried to exit quickly-which wasn't quick enough for the two ton trucker and he yelled to me that I wasn't polite and a loud "your welcome for letting you go first". Apparently he has run out of meth.) Then I am walking through a maze of semi trailer's pumping diesel trying to find the RV (which I obviously tuned out JJ when she told me to stay put and she would come back for me. Whoopsie) then come to realize that it is not there. So I had to run back inside with the girls and there I found chris and JJ.
So now I just gulped some Shiraz and feel like a million bucks...
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