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We're finally off on our way to see how grampa is doing. The quickest way to get to NM was to cut through OR, ID, and UT.
First off: I hate Oregon's speedlimits, and obnoxious truck drivers. They really freakin' suck. I mean it. Cars can drive ten miles faster than semis yet the freakin' semis constantly pass you up and keep you breaking the law. I wasn't willing to chance killing myself over the windy roads, so I stuck to the speed limit, even daring to drive exactly AT 65 for hours on end...and even slowing down at windy areas/dangerous locations.
Secondly, Snowville, UT SUCKS.
Their speed limits are amazing. I loved being able to speed up to 75 mph as we were already three hours behind schedule. The crappy thing about it all? The fucking racism. We stopped at a few gas stations and I got out to take care of the cat. I got weird looks. I figured its the Girl's unusally large size so I ignore them. In retrospect, I realize they were looking at me as if I had a third boob and a second head.
I was OBLIVIOUS to the absolute idiocy at one stop though. We'd been on the road for twelve hours, I was absolutely starving and tired. My blood sugar was dropping, I was getting sleepy and we were about an hour and a half outside of Salt Lake City, our destination for the night. After a few hours of not finding a stop with any services, we finally find an exit for this shitty little town called Snowville.
My husband, having grown up in TorC, knows about little-town mentality and jokes we shouldn't spend more than five minutes in town as nothing good ever comes out of towns named after the color white. I just kind of rolled my eyes, called him a biggoted idiot and pulled into the lot. Since my bladder was going to burst, I walked into the store with him; he whispers I should hurry, I just ignore it.
I piss, walk out and he's already at the cash. I look at the things in his hands (two energy drinks and a thing of bacon sour cream chips) and make a comment on how I thought we were going to buy some kind of food because our blood sugar was low. He kind of mutters they didn't have anything. I point out there was. He just grumbles as if I'm an idiot for not catching on and selects a sandwich. I select my own. Then I ask him if its okay if he can put back the chips as I'm not fond of bacon. He looked at the can and laughed, saying he forgot.
As we're paying for things, I asked if they have a spoon. The lady says the spoons are over by the coffe and since the sandwiches are 'naked', the condiments are right there too. I grin and thank the woman, go get the stuff I need and once there, I turn around to find the once-empty lobby now full of people. I think nothing of it and say "Babe, do you want raddish for your sandwich?"
Everyone turns around and one of the women in the store give me the death glare. The other turns to her boyfriend and with a horrified expression asks "Did she just call him Babe?"
I just kind of arch a brow, think nothing of it and head to the register. I realize my husband has already paid but hasn't picked up the bag. The cashier lady smirks, and shoves the bag into my already full hands making me almost drop it. I just kind of give my husband a confused look but take the bag anyway, then head off into the car.
As we walk out the door of the store, my husband finally regains his composure, yanks the bag away from my hand and blurts out "Get in the fucking car and floor it."
I get in the car, close the door and ask him what his problem is as he's been acting weird since we got to town.
H: Babe, those women were just complete bitches.
M: What do you mean?
H: they shot you a death glare when you asked for me to get another thing of chips and when you were gone away from earshot, they told me I should put you in your place and have you do all the work from now on because you're a bossy bitch.
M: O.o And why didn't you say anything?
H: I was about to but then you called me 'babe' and I turn around to find two giant guys, one with a gun, the other in full camo and two other burly guys about to enter the store... then that other whore asked such a stupid question to her hick boyfriend and well.. I found myself absolutely shell shocked.
M: Jesus Christ.
H: What are you waiting for? Let us go before they hear you blaspheming Jesus and then we have a lynch mob.
M: You're blowing this out of prorportion.
H: Honey, this is a freaky little town, with a bunch of chauvanistic, racist people and I swear, I have visions of this turning into The Hills Have Eyes.
**Bonus**
We never saw the "welcome to Utah" sign.. and we didn't know we were in Utah until we found signs for Salt Lake City. ugh.
And Super bonus:
Idaho gives me the willies. For real. We had three ghostly aparations appear before us on the road. Twice it was the same guy, an older gentleman with a red cap. The third guy appeared out of fucking nowhere, solid-looking as day and unlike Ball Cap guy who faded away, this guy vanished in a second. I thought i was seeing things but after the cat freaked out and tried climbing on my lap (hey, after twelve hours in her crate she went crazy), he turns to me and asks "I'm afraid to ask but, did you see what I saw?"
m: I don't know, what did you see?
H: a guy..
m: in blue jeans and a white shirt?
h: You just gave me goosebumps.
m: you're making me want to poop myself.
First off: I hate Oregon's speedlimits, and obnoxious truck drivers. They really freakin' suck. I mean it. Cars can drive ten miles faster than semis yet the freakin' semis constantly pass you up and keep you breaking the law. I wasn't willing to chance killing myself over the windy roads, so I stuck to the speed limit, even daring to drive exactly AT 65 for hours on end...and even slowing down at windy areas/dangerous locations.
Secondly, Snowville, UT SUCKS.
Their speed limits are amazing. I loved being able to speed up to 75 mph as we were already three hours behind schedule. The crappy thing about it all? The fucking racism. We stopped at a few gas stations and I got out to take care of the cat. I got weird looks. I figured its the Girl's unusally large size so I ignore them. In retrospect, I realize they were looking at me as if I had a third boob and a second head.
I was OBLIVIOUS to the absolute idiocy at one stop though. We'd been on the road for twelve hours, I was absolutely starving and tired. My blood sugar was dropping, I was getting sleepy and we were about an hour and a half outside of Salt Lake City, our destination for the night. After a few hours of not finding a stop with any services, we finally find an exit for this shitty little town called Snowville.
My husband, having grown up in TorC, knows about little-town mentality and jokes we shouldn't spend more than five minutes in town as nothing good ever comes out of towns named after the color white. I just kind of rolled my eyes, called him a biggoted idiot and pulled into the lot. Since my bladder was going to burst, I walked into the store with him; he whispers I should hurry, I just ignore it.
I piss, walk out and he's already at the cash. I look at the things in his hands (two energy drinks and a thing of bacon sour cream chips) and make a comment on how I thought we were going to buy some kind of food because our blood sugar was low. He kind of mutters they didn't have anything. I point out there was. He just grumbles as if I'm an idiot for not catching on and selects a sandwich. I select my own. Then I ask him if its okay if he can put back the chips as I'm not fond of bacon. He looked at the can and laughed, saying he forgot.
As we're paying for things, I asked if they have a spoon. The lady says the spoons are over by the coffe and since the sandwiches are 'naked', the condiments are right there too. I grin and thank the woman, go get the stuff I need and once there, I turn around to find the once-empty lobby now full of people. I think nothing of it and say "Babe, do you want raddish for your sandwich?"
Everyone turns around and one of the women in the store give me the death glare. The other turns to her boyfriend and with a horrified expression asks "Did she just call him Babe?"
I just kind of arch a brow, think nothing of it and head to the register. I realize my husband has already paid but hasn't picked up the bag. The cashier lady smirks, and shoves the bag into my already full hands making me almost drop it. I just kind of give my husband a confused look but take the bag anyway, then head off into the car.
As we walk out the door of the store, my husband finally regains his composure, yanks the bag away from my hand and blurts out "Get in the fucking car and floor it."
I get in the car, close the door and ask him what his problem is as he's been acting weird since we got to town.
H: Babe, those women were just complete bitches.
M: What do you mean?
H: they shot you a death glare when you asked for me to get another thing of chips and when you were gone away from earshot, they told me I should put you in your place and have you do all the work from now on because you're a bossy bitch.
M: O.o And why didn't you say anything?
H: I was about to but then you called me 'babe' and I turn around to find two giant guys, one with a gun, the other in full camo and two other burly guys about to enter the store... then that other whore asked such a stupid question to her hick boyfriend and well.. I found myself absolutely shell shocked.
M: Jesus Christ.
H: What are you waiting for? Let us go before they hear you blaspheming Jesus and then we have a lynch mob.
M: You're blowing this out of prorportion.
H: Honey, this is a freaky little town, with a bunch of chauvanistic, racist people and I swear, I have visions of this turning into The Hills Have Eyes.
**Bonus**
We never saw the "welcome to Utah" sign.. and we didn't know we were in Utah until we found signs for Salt Lake City. ugh.
And Super bonus:
Idaho gives me the willies. For real. We had three ghostly aparations appear before us on the road. Twice it was the same guy, an older gentleman with a red cap. The third guy appeared out of fucking nowhere, solid-looking as day and unlike Ball Cap guy who faded away, this guy vanished in a second. I thought i was seeing things but after the cat freaked out and tried climbing on my lap (hey, after twelve hours in her crate she went crazy), he turns to me and asks "I'm afraid to ask but, did you see what I saw?"
m: I don't know, what did you see?
H: a guy..
m: in blue jeans and a white shirt?
h: You just gave me goosebumps.
m: you're making me want to poop myself.
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