Man of few words

If you’ve met my husband, you know he doesn’t say much. But check out this email he sent me this morning at 2:18a:

from Rick
to Samantha
date Fri, Feb 29, 2008 at 2:18 AM
subject the week

Went to fill up the tank the other day so I could return the car to the rental agency.  Figured there would be a few gas stations at the airport so I would wait to fill up there.  Got to the airport exit and saw nothing.  Had to go all the way out a road till I saw one after a couple miles, maybe two miles.  Almost missed it though because they did not have a sign out front listing their prices.  Pulled in and of course it is pay first if you are using cash.  Gave the lady $60 and went outside to pump.  Put the nozzle in and was ready to hit the button when I saw “$4.49.”

After I picked my jaw off the ground I asked someone if there was another gas station around.  He said he didn’t know but he was going to look because he just got sticker shock.  The guy was from Detroit, in town for the Tigers game.  I went inside and said to the lady behind the counter, “Are you kidding me on $4.49 a gallon?”  She nodded her head yes so I said, “Yeah you are kidding me, it reallly isn’t that much?”
“No, that is how much it is,” she said.
“Well no, I am not paying that.  Give me my money back.”
Drove on down the road and finally found a place for $3.39…their price was posted out front…lesson learned.  The guy at the pump next to me was the same guy I was talking to before at the other gas station.

Move on to today, wait…back up to the entire week in which my phone randomly shuts off.  Now when I try to charge it, it says “incompatible charger.”  This, after they gave me a new phone…after they “fixed it” the first time.  So it was four trips to the sprint store and I still have a phone that is worse than when I got here.

Now on to today.  We check in to our hotel in Columbus, Georgia and walk to our room.  As we walk down the hall Wil says, “Man it sure stinks in the hallway.”  We get to our room only to realize that the stench is creeping from our walls, under the door, and smelling up the entire hallway.  Finally got that situation taken care of, after a slight hassle.  Later in the night I decided to do some wash.  Went down and asked the front desk lady if she knew where a 24 hour laundry mat was.  She gave me the name of one 15 minutes away, so off I went.  Finally found the place…completely dark, they closed at 10 pm.  Luckily there was a bar next door that was open.  Figured I would stop in and get something to drink and see if anyone there knew of a 24 hour place.  Showed the guy at the door my ID and he said, “Thanks, that’ll be $5.”  I shook my head and turned around to leave, “Well I just wanted to have a drink, I’ll just go someplace else.”  He had a change of heart and let me in without paying a cover charge.  Of course the bartender had no idea where a 24 hour laundry mat was, so I looked in the yellow pages.  There were about 6 or 7 listed and since I have spent about a month of my life in this wannabe an Alabama city I had a pretty good idea where the roads were I needed to look for.  The place I ended up was about a half mile from the bar.  It said it was 24 hours on the sign, but the owner came in and said he closes at 12:30 now since some people came in and stole the big screen out of there awhile back.  Luckily, which I haven’t had much of lately and will continue to lack in the next  paragraph, I was finished right at 12:30.

Finally loaded everything in the car and took off, oh yeah, remember my cell phone is dead, doesn’t work at all, can’t even turn it on right now.  Noticed a slight hitch in the performance of the car, that by the way, smells like our original hotel room we were supposed to be in.  Apparently we have a smoking friendly car.  Pulled off into a strip mall, walked around the car only to see one of the tires with no air.  Spent the next 45 minutes changing that out since I can’t call the rental company to come pick it up, and of course having to unload some of my 5 bags of laundry so I can get to the parts I need.  By the way, the clean clothes I was wearing are now dirty already.  Now I am ready to go back to the hotel, at this point I need to stop at a store because I am out of beer.  Found a gas station, gas stations sell beer down here, and bought some Miller Lite.  Got everything back to the hotel , unloaded the car, put it all on a cart, wheeled it up to my room, and the key doesn’t work anymore.  Luckily Wil took car of this and had a key taped to the door for me.  Unloaded everything, took the cart back down to the lobby and gave my old key back to the front desk.  Noticed some sorry bastard got stuck in our old room…they had a room list for some team sitting out in the open for anyone to see.  Took the elevator back to the room, sat down, twisted open a cold Miller Lite, and had a gulp…of skunked beer.  This is fantastic.  Games start tomorrow at 1:30.