Notes from the Road, Part 3
May. 19th, 2002 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maradyddMy dad's a modern kind of guy. Loves computers, has a gadget fixation, gets off on cars he doesn't know how to fix. But in one regard he's as Ozzie as the 1950s: behind the wheel on a long car trip, he is God.
Thus, I was informed this afternoon, we would not be stopping in Dallas for dinner. I would not be afforded the opportunity to call up Jacob, Uncle Paul or Caroline to say hi. (Sorry, guys.) We would not even pull into a nearby McDonald's. If I wanted to eat, the gas station where we had just stopped to refuel was my only chance.
So I swallowed my rising gorge, paced up and down the junk food aisle, and added to their assortment of healthy snacks two bottles of Dr. Pepper, a bag of Fritos and a large can of bean dip.
It's four and a half hours to Houston, and I'm going to fart the William Tell Overture all the way home.
Thus, I was informed this afternoon, we would not be stopping in Dallas for dinner. I would not be afforded the opportunity to call up Jacob, Uncle Paul or Caroline to say hi. (Sorry, guys.) We would not even pull into a nearby McDonald's. If I wanted to eat, the gas station where we had just stopped to refuel was my only chance.
So I swallowed my rising gorge, paced up and down the junk food aisle, and added to their assortment of healthy snacks two bottles of Dr. Pepper, a bag of Fritos and a large can of bean dip.
It's four and a half hours to Houston, and I'm going to fart the William Tell Overture all the way home.