My husband and I decided to go to our little cottage in New Hampshire for the weekend to rest up for the upcoming holiday festivities. I filled the car with all of the Christmas present in order to wrap them in peace and quiet.
On Friday morning, we got up at 5AM so Raymond could spend a few hours working in a town a few hours from where our house is. Those who know me or who have read my book know that I get carsick easily, so for the ride I generally spread out in the backseat with a few pillows and comfy blankets and snooze. I was still snoozing when he got out to do his job, and, I’m embarrassed to say, I slept for another three hours!
When I woke up, I was desperately thirsty, and of course had to go to the bathroom. I slowly sat up and looked out the windows, spotting a McDonald’s nearby. I was joyous. A hot cup of tea! A bathroom! I maneuvered myself out of the backseat, threw on my husband’s old coat, (which looked to be warmer as it was snowing heavily outside,) and started walking toward the gleaming golden arches. (Okay, that last part was a lie as they do not have golden arches anymore, but I was still half asleep, so I can’t be blamed…)
I have been suffering from an inner ear disorder lately; one which cause my balance to be “off”. I wobble back and forth, and sometimes stumble and trip unless I have something to hold onto. As I walked to McDonald’s, of course I was in open space, so my walking resembled someone who was drunk. Embarrassed by my weaving, I snuck around the back of the restaurant and entered through that back door near the bathroom. Once safely inside, I looked in the bathroom mirror, and I gasped. A homeless person stared back at me, and it was ME! (And I mean no offense to the homeless…) One side of my head was flattened, complete with pillow marks on my face and a line of drool from my mouth. The other side was fluffed straight out like half of a Bozo the Clown. I wet my hair, and looked in the mirror again. I looked like a drowned rat! I also noticed that Raymond’s coat was way too big, had a pocket that was ripped, and had oil stains on it. I was horrified! Not so horrified, though, as to sneak out and go back to the car. NO! I wanted that caffeine too badly. So, I wobbled out to the service counter, gathered all of my dignity, and ordered a hot tea. It was poured and put on the counter, and I gave them my credit card to swipe. (Isn’t crazy in this day and age that I always use my credit card for everything?) The card was declined. There I was, standing there at the counter, looking like a drunk homeless person, staring at the server like a deer in headlights. What? My charge is declined? I was mortified. He was not going to budge. No money….no tea. With a huge sigh of relief I looked in my wallet and found that $20 bill hidden in that secret compartment in case of an emergency. This definitely qualified…
I took my prize and wobbled back to the van, where I settled down again in the back seat, happily drinking my tea.