Thursday, June 27, 2013

So Long, Reno!

But, as I keep telling you, all vacations must come to an end. But trust me, I am working on this notion. Back on the road...
So long GSR! After lunch at a little hole in the wall Mexican joint in a strip mall, we dropped Aisha at the airport...
...and were Idaho-bound.
With like 7 hours of glorious Nevada scenery ahead of us.
We stopped at PJ's mini-mart to refill and grab a soda.
As we were filling up I assumed this Chicken Fish Dinner sign was a mistake, but once inside, nope, not a mistake. There we encountered a strange couple who appeared to be age 17.5 (her) and 55 (him), who were making out in the middle of the store, despite the sturdy teenage girl who was standing security over the bottles and bottles of cheap booze, who averted her eyes from this weird goings on, as though she was giving them some privacy.
ANNNNND then we used their restroom. Which was huge. And oddly littered with hangers -- tons of plastic hangers. And there were sinks removed from the wall and now on the floor. I can never unsee this sight.
Oddly, down the road we would stop at another mini mart that had put up Burmashave-style signs at intervals along the road indicating that they had "unforgettable bathrooms." We actually found those ones quite unforgettable, but PJ's bathrooms? Burned into our memories for all of time.
While decorating a gas station with barbed wire seems a little extreme, barbed wire makes me nostalgic for the farm, and that time sister and I were being chased through the snow by an angry bull and could barely get our moonboots through four strands of it, tearing our winter coats in our haste. Ah, the good old days. Thankfully we didn't get caught up in this barbed wire, we just grabbed a couple of fountain sodas and hit the road. As soon as possible.

1 comments:

Marie said...

Not sure which is more gross--chicken fish dinners or a 17-year-old with a 55-year-old man! I have had to be careful in my book group, though, because one of the women met her husband when she was his children's nanny, and there's a 30-year age difference. I really like her a lot, but I'm slightly relieved that she has left him. I'm such a bad person! There's something about that kind of age difference that bothers me...the whole "he could be her father" kind of thing, you know?

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