Hangry and Bored

I don’t know why this trip feels like a lifetime but holy snot. I drove to Florida and it didn’t feel this long. The traffic hasn’t even been bad. I’m the worst rider in history. I get bored fast, I have to pee a lot and I’m a backseat driver.

First gas station stop we used the bathroom and walked out spending $30 on shit. The exact thing I said we weren’t going to do, we did. Slushies, candy, chocolate, and chapstick.

Remember how I wanted to pre-make the sandwiches? I knew it would be easier but I got outnumbered. I bet me standing in the middle of a parking lot at a gas station throwing a fit because I wanted a sandwich right now, will make them think twice next time. Chuck was adamant that he wanted to find a park or something. This isn’t a Hallmark movie it’s the middle of Indiana, 95 degrees and I’m hungry. I grabbed a croissant and got in the truck.

A couple of exits down the road he gets off. I don’t say a word. He drives past a few places that looked appealing and turned into a run-down motel parking lot. I instantly hear Brogan from the back seat, “Dad no, we can not eat here!” As we make our way to the back of the parking lot there is a compound of shady individuals. Thank god he realized he was wrong and turned around. We ended up across the street in another random parking lot.

As I was pulling the croissants apart with my hands and shoving the lunch meat in them, my mouth was running a mile a minute. I made sure he understood that it would have been so much easier to pre-make the damn sandwiches. He sat in the truck and ate his sandwich without saying a word. The restraint this man has is unmatched.

Needless to say we survived and are about an hour out from our hotel. Travel day one is almost done.