Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
We climbed back in our car after losing about 2 hours’ time and drove on. The chatter picked back up and our singing out loud filled the car. I think, we compete subconsciously at who sounds better but let’s face it, we both equally suck.
We made it the Oregon border, where we stopped for a potty break and decided ice cream was a good idea. However, I don’t think I mentioned it was nearly 115 degrees outside and the minute I stepped out the door with my vanilla cone it turned to sweet cream. It was running all over the place. My hand was white and it continued down my forearm and as I begged for help with the one napkin we were given, she laughed the kind of laugh that was infectious. We stood there for a few seconds laughing as I struggled to get my shit together. Tears streamed down my face and as we came to the back parking lot we passed a car with the bumper sticker that read “I have issues,” and at the moment, I had some serious issues! I posed for a photo, we made it back in the car and I sucked down an ice cream cone in a way that most people would think was savage.
The scenery around us had started changing. The Oregon green had changed to browns of many and tumbled weeds were blowing in the distance. The miles and hours passed until we made it to the Idaho border. We needed to fill up the car, use the restroom, and gather snacks. The gas station had two very unfortunate characters behind the counter. I attached myself to my sister’s hip, I knew she would always be the one to do the ass kicking on our trips. We filled a tiny plastic bag with unhealthy snacks, drinks, paid for gas, and there was no bathroom.
Next door in the middle of nowhere was a questionable casino. We knew it was our only chance at a real toilet. Although we were hesitant to enter, our bulging bladders drew us in and what was inside those doors was unbelievable. If one could picture the most redneck version of a casino, the smell of dust, dirty body, sweat and a big room cropped dusted by cigarette smoke – that is what we walked into. It was some place I wish we never entered and knowing what it was like inside, in retrospect, I defiantly would have chosen to squat and pee between two cars rather than use that bathroom. As we left, a little person with a cowboy hat, cut off shirt, sitting on a stool so high it was twice his height, gave us a head nod.
As we exited the building of smells, a ploom of what was trapped inside that building followed us to the car. It was my turn to drive, we jumped inside and in my uncomfortable state of glee, I left the parking lot over one curb and then another and we were on the road again.