Road Trip: Day 28
Is it just me, or are residents of North Dakota the rudest bastards per capita in these United States? This is the third time of been through this state, and every time at least one person has left me royally pissed off because of their poor manners.
Today's winner was the terse proprietor of a crappy motel who tried to charge us twenty five bucks extra for the dog. And did so as in completely "I don't give a fuck whether you stay here or not" terms.
Idiot.
48 hours from now we'll be back in our own home. Whew.
About Me
- The Whining Stranger
- I am a bookish, neurotic type. Clinically anxious, musically inclined. I love jazz and sport and scotch and modern art and satellite radio and the people close to me (more than those other things). I have multiple versions of the same shirt and would sell my soul (well, figuratively) for a Karman Ghia. Sushi, a hoppy IPA, and an old Woody Allen movie in the DVD player or Thelonious Monk on the stereo and I'm in my happy place.
3 comments:
lol, crystal clear are my fond childhood memories of my mother bribing my sister and me with Hello Kitty paraphernalia or convenience store sundries to be someone else's children playing with a dog as she checked us into our room. Then sneaking him up and petting him into a sleepy puppy stupor so he would not bark and give the game away.
Strange memories; nice, though. Perhaps because they weren't set in North Dakota.
Rest assured WS, you'll be home soon!
Kat, I wish we'd had a kid around to try that. Plus the crappy motel had a big sign up warning of 40 dollar fines for pet-related subterfuge and chicanery.
A bad scene waiting to happen all around.
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