|Today we met friends Gene and Georgia for lunch at a fantastic, new to us, Mexican Restaurant. The food was good and the company better! We met Gene and Georgia as a result of them finding our trip journal a few years ago and have made it a practice to get together for lunch when we're in town each winter. As usual, our time together flew by entirely too fast. When we met, we really seemed to click, and we're so glad that we've stayed in touch. Gene has recently retired making it possible for them to begin RV'ing.
They are in the process of getting their house ready to list, hopefully by next month and recently purchased a black Honda CRV to use as their 'toad' so things are moving along.
Larry and I can tell that they are a perfect 'match' for what it takes for couples to be successful at this nomadic lifestyle. Flexibility, love of traveling, willingness to explore new places and love of food all seem to be in alignment. Many of you know how important these qualities (and others) are to making this 24/7 deal work. That, and you had better be living with your best friend! Cause these quarters can get pretty tight after awhile, LOL!...
And speaking of Mexican food. I arrived home this afternoon to find an e-mail in my Inbox from sister Elaine that I really just have to share with all of you. It is just too funny, and unfortunately, maybe a little too true, LOL! I believe it came from David McClure's Dallas News Community Opinion page........Enjoy
$5.37. That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bueno said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Emo hairdo said the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK ! I'll just give you the senior citizen discount."
I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68" he said cheerfully. I stood there stupefied. I am 48, not even 50 yet, a mere child! Senior citizen?
I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Emo! Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me?
I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler?
"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind. "Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!"
I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another. Still nothing. That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror!
Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back seat. Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.
Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle. Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found !
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time.
There Emo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?" but all I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here?"
At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.
Emo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in my truck by mistake!" I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.
She offered these kind words: "It's OK! My grandfather does stuff like this all the time!"
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast!
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blanky.