Boy Was I Lucky
My wife said, “Bob, I’m going to sleep in the back, wake me when you need me to drive.”
Yeah, right, I thought,every time we stop, we lose time; if I do most of the driving we’ll make better time, maybe even set a record for this trip. “Sure, Sweetie, no problem,” I said as I pulled out of the Boise gas station.
I kept it at eighty most of the way; luckily, I didn’t have to stop for a rest room until I needed gas in Rock Springs, Wyoming. This was great, with Mary sleeping, I can push all I want, I’ve got snacks and soda pop, boy this is the life.
Five hours later I pulled into a Rock Springs truck stop on I-80, I gassed up at the pump, ran into the restroom, and was back on the road in less than ten minutes. Boy will she be ticked off that I pushed so hard, I thought, but if we make it back home in time, I can get a game of golf in at the club tomorrow afternoon.
After six more hours of driving, I was starved, almost out of gas, and ready to take my turn at sleeping in the back. I’d driven almost one-thousand miles, which has to be a record! For the first time in over ten hours, I thought to look in the back seat. Mary wasn’t there!
It was obvious; she’d gotten out in Rock Springs while I was in the restroom. I quickly dialed her cell number and heard her phone ring beside me. I pulled over, fumbled through the trash that had accumulated in the front seat and looked for the Rock Springs gas receipt. There it was, I dialed the number and asked for a manager.
“Sir, you aren’t going to believe this, but I think I left my wife at your truck stop.”
“Yes, Bob, she’s here. She’s waiting for you to come back. She said you’re lucky you left one of your credit cards in her pocket. She had steak and eggs for breakfast, she’s eating a steak and lobster dinner right now, and according to the day manager she’s been playing the lottery all day. She said if she wins big she doesn’t care if you ever come back.”
Yeah, right, I thought,every time we stop, we lose time; if I do most of the driving we’ll make better time, maybe even set a record for this trip. “Sure, Sweetie, no problem,” I said as I pulled out of the Boise gas station.
I kept it at eighty most of the way; luckily, I didn’t have to stop for a rest room until I needed gas in Rock Springs, Wyoming. This was great, with Mary sleeping, I can push all I want, I’ve got snacks and soda pop, boy this is the life.
Five hours later I pulled into a Rock Springs truck stop on I-80, I gassed up at the pump, ran into the restroom, and was back on the road in less than ten minutes. Boy will she be ticked off that I pushed so hard, I thought, but if we make it back home in time, I can get a game of golf in at the club tomorrow afternoon.
After six more hours of driving, I was starved, almost out of gas, and ready to take my turn at sleeping in the back. I’d driven almost one-thousand miles, which has to be a record! For the first time in over ten hours, I thought to look in the back seat. Mary wasn’t there!
It was obvious; she’d gotten out in Rock Springs while I was in the restroom. I quickly dialed her cell number and heard her phone ring beside me. I pulled over, fumbled through the trash that had accumulated in the front seat and looked for the Rock Springs gas receipt. There it was, I dialed the number and asked for a manager.
“Sir, you aren’t going to believe this, but I think I left my wife at your truck stop.”
“Yes, Bob, she’s here. She’s waiting for you to come back. She said you’re lucky you left one of your credit cards in her pocket. She had steak and eggs for breakfast, she’s eating a steak and lobster dinner right now, and according to the day manager she’s been playing the lottery all day. She said if she wins big she doesn’t care if you ever come back.”