I’ve done my civic duty and voted. For whom? I won’t bore you. I don’t expect there is a more boring thing to read about than how one votes. It’s not like there is a right or wrong choice. I might as well discuss what I had for lunch – it’s just as entertaining.
Aroastica chicken with a raspberry honey dressing on a fresh ciabatta roll.
See, wasn’t that exciting?
I’m back to work today after a couple of days on the road. It’s really something – traveling to the northeast. It’s just a different way of life. In the south, if you happen to make eye contact with someone, you at least acknowledge them with a nod or even a “how are you?”. In the northeast, no one talks to you. There is no cordial conversation even to kill the time you have to share an elevator with a stranger. I was “left hanging” so many times, even I quit looking at other people. It’s a very unfriendly place to be. Unless you work for the airport. The little helper bees at the airport in NJ were as nice as Mr. Rogers. They were the only ones who would talk to you. And smile.
Don’t even get me started on the driving. Idiots – all of them. And it wasn’t like it was old people. We were almost taken out by a young guy in too much of a hurry to look in his mirrors. How we missed that tangle-up, I have no idea. We saw a semi decide he was in the wrong exit lane. He headed to the left while another idiot was trying to pass him on the left to get over INTO the turn lane. I started thinking I was the only one who knew where he was going.
And speaking of knowing where you are going: GPS – amazing. Everyone should have one. I brought mine from home and it never led me wrong. Door to door, correctly, everytime. I needed a drug store – found it. Target – found it. Starbucks – never got it, but found it.
Other than that, not a bad trip. I like that the hotel front desk had fresh cookies every night. The last night – no cookies.
I like that we went through rental return, baggage check and security in 15 minutes flat. We were flyin’. Same thing in Tampa. Our plane landed at 4:35 and we had our bag and were in the car by 4:45. Ten minutes! Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Diane said
While the gps might be a great gadget to have. There is nothing wrong with just old fashioned directions. And I didn’t know this, but when you have a gps you are not able to be in a caravan. And did you forget the night when we were coming home from dinner and we were on a road that hit a dead end nothing but a gate. And when we got back on the road the car was just in black space on the gps.
Vinnie said
I told you to never speak of that! The GPS is All Knowing, All Finding. I”m still not convinced it was wrong. I think the streets were wrong!
And not being able to be in a caravan has nothing to do with having a GPS. I looked “caravan” up in the dictionary…here’s what it says…
caravan… a company of travelers on a journey through desert or hostile regions; also : a train of pack animals
So there.