Three Hour Tour
Yeah, I know, im a bit late on posting my blogfest bit*even more late now seeing as how i had some vacation time and a lot of stuff going on in life and just now noticing that i hit save as draft last time, not publish. :( ), wanted spatz to do it first, so i coudl embellish stuff, but, eh, he told me to give er my run.
DK and I had to leave Eau Claire by 3 am on Friday morning to catch our plane out of Minneapolis. We left, only 20 minutes late because he fell asleep and I didnt call ahead of time to wake his arse up. I had him drive though because I only had 2 hours of sleep myself, seeing as how I normaly dont go to sleep until 3 or 4 am each day, so me trying to fall asleep at 9 pm was a no go.
Some how, we managed to gain a bit of time..... must have hit a time warp or something or DK floored it at one point when I wasnt looking. We arrive at the Lindbergh terminal of the Minneapolis St. Paul International Airport, only to find out that we are in the WRONG terminal. The one we need is across the highway, at Humphrey Terminal. Back into the Camaro, this time I'm driving, and we get lost. After listening to DK tell me to take a right turn, which was a Do not Enter lane, I decided that I knew which road to take, and wanted to make a quick turn around. The oncomming Garbage truck and the lack of visibility of a curb made me decide to go against doing any stunt driving that night and just make the reverse U-turn as fast as I could.
Finally, we manage to make it to the correct terminal with about a half hour to get through everything and get on the plane. Accross the aisle from DK who was one seat infront ofme, was a liberal woman. Dk did his best to piss her off after she made a snide remark about him complaingin about the lack of room. I did it with just one sentence. "Damn i wish i had drove so i could have brought my 3030." She stared daggers at me.
Upon arriving at the Dalls/Fort Worth terminal, we call Spatz and he tells us a half hour. So we wait, and wait..................and then wait some more. An hour and a half after we landed, he picked us up. Turns out he couldnt park his car in the rental lot, so he had to park it at the air port terminal. So, the rental agent followed him on in. They passed a little old lady reading a paper and drinking coffee. Her job was to tell people the lot was full. She dindt do her job very well as Spatz spent the next 15 mintues looking for a spot that did not Exist.
Finally on our way. We ask Spatz about the gun we was supposed to return to Delftsman. A slap to the forehead told us that he had not, so we turned around. While talking to Beth on the Cellphone, and trying to drive, Spatz managed to go into an exact change lane with a dollar bill...... And dint ask either DK or I if we had change, instead Flooring it and setting off the alarms. Somehow, and I dont know how, we never got pulled over at all for running the toll booth. Dont konw if he got an added expense or not either to the rental car bill.
On our way again. This time uneventful till we get in the area of Hillsborough. Where we encounter road construction, and a young girl stranded on the side of the road crying. We, being the good samaratins that we are, stop and help. Turns out she got ran off the road by a trailer after being in its blind spot, and shattered the axle. After talking to her dad on the phone, he asked us to give her a ride, to which both DK and i were utterly shocked. That stuff does not happen at all in Wisconsin. However, we gave her a lift to Waco, where we were called her Guardian Angles, and were thanked with massive hugging, to which DK wanted to part.
After dropping her off, I claimed Shotgun instantly, and took it away from DK, who layed down upon the middle bench. we didnt go too far when Spatz decided to stop for gas, and, usualy driving a stick shift, forgot that he now wasnt, and therefore forgot that the Expedition that he rented did not have a clutch, but a break, which he used like a clutch. *i.e. he slammed it hard to the floor* This gave us an example of what happens when someone lies on the back bench unstrapped as DK flew into the backs fo the front seats *luckily at low speed* and was awarded with my laughing my butt off *due to all the missadventures we had had so far*. Luckily, the rest of the trip went off without a hitch for us.