After the experience of sweltering heat at Vince Lombardy, we decided to have the truck serviced between loads. When we arrived at the shop, they said they couldn’t look a the truck until the next morning, so we got a room at the Motel 6 in Hilliard, OH.
It was a rather basic kinda motel, no frills, no little bottles of shampoo, spongy bathroom floor, hole in the curtains. It was otherwise clean, except when I pulled my bedspread back, there was black hairs and a funny brown stain. I called for them to come and change the sheets, so husband got dressed and I stayed in my nightie because I expected the housekeeper to be a woman. Silly me. What appeared at the door was what looked like a street punk, tattooed, pants around the hips, boxer short in full view, the whole deal. If I had been alone, I would never had let him in. He quickly and efficiently stripped and made the bed, was very polite and when I was finally able to pick my jaw up off the floor, I thanked him as he left. Housekeeper? Boy, am I behind in the times!
I could only find one local Chinese restaurant to deliver, it was the Golden Chopsticks. It was edible, nothing special. My egg foo yong was bland and lacked for veggies, but at least it wasn’t swimming in fat. It’s always a treat to stay in a hotel, nice hot showers, stretching out on a big bed, husband could watch basketball, I could take as many showers as I liked. Heavenly!
We almost got to stay at the motel another day. We called in the morning, the truck had not gone into the shop yet. So we paid for another night at the motel and started the search for what to eat for lunch and dinner in the available restaurants. The motel provided mucky coffee and we had our cooler there, but since everything in the cooler needed to be cooked except the cheese we were left with finding a meal somewhere else. We ate cheese and had coffee for breakfast.
We looked up the nearby restaurants by the motel online and found they all had nutritional information on their websites. Loving that kind of access. So we poured over menu’s looking for good options (and getting quite hungry seeing the luscious photo’s) when a call came in from the company, the truck was done! OMG, in 30 minutes? We were lucky to get a refund from the desk clerk, packed up and got back on the truck leaving behind the chance the eat something in a restaurant and take at least another shower or twelve. It turns out it was a “cabin filter” that was completely clogged that kept our air-conditioning from working.
So… no lunch and dinner out. Rats.
We are in Illinois. close to Chicago waiting for a Tyson load and taking it to PA. It’s raining. And we wait…..and wait. This gives me a perfect opportunity to get all riled up over an image on the door of the truck next to us:
Tell my why an Navajo woman would be portrayed with brilliant blue eyes? And a feather? She is also wearing lipstick and her hair is brown rather than black. It is an insult to the Navajo. It got me last summer when I saw a back child on the side of the truck with blue eyes and bleached skin advertising a food company. BROWN AND BLACK ARE BEAUTIFUL COLOURS. It doesn’t need to be changed to be acceptable. ‘Nuf said.
The Viking 