I was in Kansas a couple of times over this Labor Day weekend. Actually, we were just passing through, but I have to say that every time I go through Kansas, I have a new appreciation for it. I've always thought of it as just a wasteland, but I find when I really, really look, it's a pretty cool place. Sadly, I didn't take pictures of the Flint Hills, which I find beautiful and fascinating, but I did rip one off the IN.....and I did take pics of the state flower. This picture would have been so much better had the effing wind not been blowing 80 mph. For those of you who don't know, I hate wind. There's nothing good about it that I can think of, which is exactly what I'm sure these guys were thinking. Holy crap!!
I am quite certain there is not enough money in the whole wide world to get me to do this job....not even on a calm day. I'd rather clean port-o-potties or something equally as disgusting. Speaking of disgusting, I am pretty sure that I visited the world's WORST roadside bathroom yesterday as well. OMG. Flies, filth and crumbling fixtures were the only way I can describe it without throwing up. Life on the road ain't all it's cracked up to be sometimes. Another example: Convenience store, Blue Springs, Mo.
Husband wants ice for beer cooler. I tell him I'll get it. I go to cashier and first ask if he carries my brand of cigs, which NO ONE outside of my hometown DOES. He says "yes, I have them". I say, "oh good!! let me have two packs". He says, "I don't understand". I say, "two packs of Carltons." He says "I don't have those". WTF? Of course, he is not from this country, so I try to be patient. Then, I just tell him to give me Marlboro's (did y'all know Marlboro's are on spell check?). And then I ask him to please add a bag of ice. He says ok. He tells me I owe $5.11 and I don't think a thing about it since I had already noticed that cigarettes are really cheap in Missouri and Oklahoma. I then go and get my ice and he says, "that will be $1.59." I say "didn't I already pay for this?" He says, "no, I didn't understand". By this time husband is in line to pay for beer. Clerk asks is he's paying for the ice. Husband tells him yes. I'm standing there holding the ice. He rings up husband's purchases and then turns to me and says, "that will be $1.59". Holy crap on a cracker! He didn't charge me, he didn't charge husband. Husband ends up paying the $1.59 separately after he sees that I'm about to blow a gasket. Guy behind us in line is just shaking his head after witnessing the whole thing. His comments were interesting. I told him maybe it was ME that "didn't understand". Ugh.
Another example--and this one's my fault. I swore after my experience at McDonald's in Tallulah, LA. that I would never set foot in another McDonald's, but yet I was lured in by hunger and lack of choice at that particular exit in Kansas. Breakfast time. I order a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit from the guy who looks way less than thrilled to be there. Biscuit....good. Egg...taken off. I don't even think those are real scrambled eggs on there anyway. It's just kind of a foamy yellow blob but anyway, cheese--ok, bacon--non-existent, unless you count the one tiny little dime-sized floppy piece of fat that may or may not have ever seen the underside of a pig. Oh yeah, that was removed too. If I'm going to eat fat, even if it's just a bite, it better be crisp. No wonder they're making a flat fortune even in today's economy. They're saving millions by splitting one piece of bacon into probably ten sandwiches, covering it up with foamy, spongy, yellow crap (yeah, that's it--a sponge!) and deceiving us with those pictures on the menu of the crispy bacon hanging over the sides. There's a word for Mickey D's and it's on post #5 I believe. Mark my words...............never again.
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