Today was our first day on the road. We packed everything yesterday and this morning we loaded the last minute sundries into the car. Included in our sundry list were things like clothes and shower stuff we’d need for our last night in her house.
At least that was the plan. Apparently the pirate queen called the water people to put a cork in it. They arrived at 8 am and the only water we had was the two yellow Solo cups that she grabbed before the water went off. We used these for brushing teeth and sprinkling shower.
The queen was a little salty sluggish; she was still recovering from her head wound her father gave her as a goodbye gift. While loading the truck, her dad tossed a tie down hook across the load and popped her behind the ear.
Yeah, that’s love. I’ll tell ya though, she forgave her father the hook a lot faster than she forgave me for laughing.
The big challenge today seemed to be the bike rack. We’d hoped to ship the bike with the other stuff, but it wouldn’t fit. The Queen had a rack. It was a weird piece of foldy metal.
“I think it balances on the back,” she said.
I’m rotating the metal triangle with my hands, canvas straps slapping my legs, “Like a spoon on a glass?”
She twisted her head, “I don’t remember.”
We’re working on our teambuilding techniques.
After I spent a half hour being a guy, and trying every combination of latch and hook attachment, the queen said, “maybe we should look for instructions online.”
Three minutes later we were loaded and done. Yup. That’s how teams are built. Men mangle while women supervise.
The trip itself was uneventful. We admired the countryside and made hypothetical conversations about the collapse of capitalism and the rise of the rise of the Sesame Street Militia. They’d enforce Snufalufagus power.
One sundown and a time zone later we reached our day one destination: St. Louis. We unloaded the cat into the Motel, then pulled our stuff into the room. The Motel 6 staff was nonplussed by our stay, and seemed even less interested when we explained that goldilocks had been in our room.
“Excuse me, we just checked in, and somebody has already been sleeping in our bed.”
“Try the next room.”
Our new neighbor lives here. As I’m unloading he’s telling me about the his life here at the hotel. He’s swaying a bit to the rhythm of the drink in his hand. The queen stays out of the way allowing me all the time in the world to talk to our new friend. I plan on thanking her later.
We got along great for our first road day together. There were a few moments where suggestions were carried on winds of strong wills, but we found the way to sail through. On to day two.
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