Day 3
Where to start?
Ok, let’s start with Denise, Milo and Abigail go for a walk. Add stupid man with the classic ankle biting dog who thinks he’s Hercules.
I’m in the trailer and I hear Denise yelling, “Milo, Milo. Get your dooooogggg!”
As I rounded the corner I spy Denise, between my dogs, both going in different directions, but only after they had taken a turn around Denise. With Denise tied in knots, I see the guy picking up his 10lb dog in a sweeping motion as he give Denise the proverbial “sorry, ya’ll”. Like a hit and run dog first.
She was furious. Madder than a wet hen and ready to open a can of whoopass. I took the dogs, after getting her untangled, then grabbed her smokes and offered her a shot. She took the smokes and as she lit up she asked, “are you offering me a weapon, cause I’ll take it. I ready to kick some military ass.” Yesterday she was thanking a military man, today she’s gonna kick him and his dog in the shins.
It wasn’t the best of days for us today… We decided to go back to a Waffle House today. I even picked the location. All was well on the way there, but when we got there, I tried to scope out the parking lot and thought it had a big lot behind it, so I pulled in.
Bad move. The parking lot not only didn’t go around the building, but it was a tiny lot. 20 parking spaces tops. Keep in mind we are traveling in a 45’ rig. 30’ trailer with 15’ truck. Yikes!
You all may remember the 3 point turn we were taught in drivers ed? I did a 15 point turn with a jackknife double axel. Denise acted as spotter to make sure I stuck the landing.
Once out, pulled around the corner to the actual parking lot behind the restaurant.
Breakfast was good!
End of the day, stopped for Mexican food in Tucuncari NM. I pull in and Denise goes in for food. As I wait, I plot my course out. Then guy in gray suv parks 2 spots over. Next guy in utility truck parks right next to me and looks at me like what do you want?
So, I say to myself, “Self, if you could get out of the WH parking lot, you can get out of this.” With everyone in the restaurant looking on, I pull back 10’, then pull behind Mr. utility truck and into wide open spaces. This time it only took the 3 point turn to be free of both of those crazy man drivers.
Dinner was good!
