Sometimes, less is more.
Unfortunately, I have more content to blog about than I have time to blog on this trip. Here are a few tidbits I’ve jotted down along the way. If you’ve ever been on a
road trip, most need no further explanation. Unless otherwise noted, the
following can be attributed to Mike or me.
“Stop crying and get in the car,
please.” (Okay, this is me on day one. I did get in the car and eventually the
tears did stop.)
“This is the driver’s side, that
is the co-pilots side. This is the dividing line. Stay on your own side of the
car please and just do some co-piloting stuff.”
“We’re not on 16 West anymore.
How did that happen?”
“What did that sign say? Are we
going the right way?”
“Just because you’re the
driving, doesn’t mean you don’t have to read the signs.”
“No, cows and horses don’t talk
to each other. They don’t speak the same language. Cows speak cow and horses
speak horse……..I don’t know what’s worse, that you asked that question or that
I answered it. We need to get the hell out of this province.”
“Moving back to Alaska, eh. Why
would you want to do that?” – Cashier at the Husky gas station in Alberta.
“I don’t need to use cruise
control, I have a steady foot.”
“I don’t know if we want 100
Ave. NW/AB 16 AE or 100 Ave. NE/AB 16 AW. Just pick one and we’ll ask for
directions later.”
“I told you to get tilapia
instead of chicken on your taco. How many times are we going to revisit this
subject throughout the course of driving the next 150 miles?”
“They don’t have any rooms?
We’re going to end up in some bug bed infested dive tonight and will have to shave our heads and burn all of our belongings to get rid of them, which
really sucks because all of my favorite things are in those bags.”
“Oh my!” – Housekeeper at the
hotel in Fort St. John, British Columbia as we were bringing our bags in.
“Ouch, my hair is caught in the
window! Roll it back down.” (Mike’s creative way to keep me on my own side of
the car while he’s driving.)
“Do you have a Toonie? Good God,
what else do you have in that thing (purse)…mittens, socks, an extra pair of
underwear? Nevermind.”
“What time zone are we in
today?”
“For sure there are bears around
here. I have one hanging out in my yard, eating berries and acting like a house
cat.” – Cashier at a gas station in Fort Nelson, British Columbia
“It’s only 3 a.m. Why are you
up?” (Could have something to do with crossing three time zones in four days.)
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