TimesToCome

After a minor bout with food poisoning last night I’ve reminded myself not to eat salads in restaurants. Off to the closing in a few hours.

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We made it as far as Delaware today.

The atty for the closing showed up with personal checks not bank checks and I was not a happy camper. The Salesman had been told at least 20 times to make sure the Atty knew to show with a cashier’s check.

Then the Atty had the whereforall to patronize me stating “the other lawyers will take my check” ( translation: “don’t worry your pretty head, let us Attys deal with this” ) I explained the bank would not take that check. He offered to wire the money and I asked how I could trust him. He said “I don’t want to lose my license over this” ( translation: “trust me I’m a lawyer” )

By then the poor buyers were ashen so I let it slide to deal with later and spent the closing snarling at him.

The Salesman asked if “I normally got upset over small things” I explained, no, only when the hired help doesn’t follow simple directions. What I was thinking is we should be able to beat the hired help like they could in the middle ages. ( Gad! I’m turning Republican already and I’m not past the Mason Dixon line yet! )

Afterwards, hubby escorted the Atty to the bank and 45 minutes later returned with a real check.

This is why little old ladies are mean, if the help doesn’t think you might mutilate them they do not listen to your directions.

NYC has changed. We got stuck at rush hour on 95 in Brooklyn. Last time that happened I was hitching home from Florida. On 95 in Brooklyn there were partially stripped cars all along the road. And young men with tool boxes continuing to strip the cars in full view of the public. Not today, that’s all cleaned up.

When we got to southern Jersey the wisteria was in bloom, it was draped all over the trees along the highway. Also in Jersey I passed a Dallas bound bus. Last time I moved to Texas it was to Dallas in the early 80s. I had taken Arlo Guthrie to heart and thought a bus trip across the country would be cool. Boy was I wrong. It was like hanging out with the winos off the common for 4 days. I’m glad we’re in our own cars this time.

In Jersey I passed exit 7 at least 4 times. I thought it was odd the second time, by the third one I was convinced it is a trip. You know those horror movies where the NYC yuppies go off for a weekend at the cabin. They pull off the highway to get gas or directions and end up in Deliverance. Well know I know where. I figure one is the real exit 7, the rest are lures for city folk like me.

So far all is going well. I would kill for a bowl of fruit salad, but I don’t dare eat any in these road side restaurants. Speaking of which, when we stopped for lunch I asked the waitress for a ginger ale. She came back with a coke, I said no she said try it, it is sprite and coke mixed together it is good. ( ewh… eeeewwwwhhh !! ) I refused despite her prodding and she finally gave up and brought me water. I really need to start looking meaner, even the waitresses are ignoring me.

There is a sign not to hang your clothing on the fire sprinkler. I bet there is a great story behind why the hotel had to put up those signs.