After a long weekend in Hilton Head, we are driving back to Reston VA. We got a late start leaving this morning and made a detour in Charlotte (@lemursmanlemurs). We finally got on i-77 North to head home around 8pm.
Things are going swimmingly until the 3 cokes I had with dinner hit my bladder around 11:15. Jared, being the gentleman he is, finds the nearest rest location for me to eliminate my bladder contents.
After a death defying dash across 6 lanes of traffic in the pissing rain he locates a Pilot station.
He pulls into a parking spot and grabs ahold of maggie so she doesnt follow me into this dark, moderately populated rest stop.
I hop out into the icy, wet outdoors and proclaim “holy shit im fucking cold!’. Much to my dismay, @jaredwsmith was already on to looking at his phone and over me getting out of the car. Luckily the blonde with dark roots smoking a cigarette in the next car noticed.
My best defense mechanism that I have is to smile big and raise my voice an octave when I feel threatened. so with a big ass smile sounding like Ke$ha, I walk into this pilot station. Lets do this.
I saunter up to the counter and ask Vi if I may use the restroom. (tip: as somebody whose father made her go on annual treks from Minnesota all up and down the eastern seaboard, always ask, never assume, that the restroom is free or even located in the building.) She nod’s yes, I smile and shout “thank you” almost too enthusiastically, startled she points to the back corner, nods and mumbles “back there”.
It’s one of those restrooms. The one where you can’t pick the cleanest one, just the one that is less filthy than the rest. After creating my ass-to-seat barrier i do what i came here for. Just then, I hear the door open and close. I am already on high-alert with Vi, the blonde and the fact that there are 10 semi’s parked out back. Just because this gas station has a subway in it doesn’t mean its safe for a lone female to wander at almost midnight alone. I decided to hide out in the stall for a few minutes. What’s a little inhalation of industrial cleaner and fecal material? When I am sure the coast is clear, I flush the toilet with my big toe and do the cootie dance all the way out of the stall.
Before I left @jaredwsmith and I made a pact to drink a shit-ton of red bull and finish the drive jacked up on sugar and caffeine. I buy him a liter of red bull and a hershey’s bar, i got a normal-sized-person red bull and chewy sweetarts. I also found a random magnet from South Dakota (where I went to college) that I had to purchase because if I made it out of here unscathed I needed something on my fridge to commemorate it. I ventured up to Vi.
Once again, i have my “i dont belong here” smile on when I approach the counter and put my soon-to-be-mine belongings in front of her. When in doubt, talk about dogs and weather. I mentioned how balls cold it was outside, she nodded, I told her how happy my dogs must be because they wear sweaters all year, she nodded, I mentioned how stupid it was to keep a bin on knifes under the counter at a shady gas station. She paused, gave me my total and the stink eye.
I handed her the $20 my mom stuck in my pocket before we left and giggled nervously. All I could smell was burning hot dogs, while she counted out my changes all I thought about was that smell seeping into my hair and how I might have to burn it off when I get home…
I got my $8.00 back and scampered out the door back to @jaredwsmith who was still playing on his phone next to the blonde who was still smoking.