TO-BEE at TYBEE '23 - PLACES DOWN I-95

"Where's my phone?!  That's the biggest flag I've ever seen!"  

Driving down I-95 doing 75 I had to take its picture.   

Darling hubby tells everyone, "GPS said 81 mph!  AND SHE ASKS FOR HER PHONE!"

"But, daw-link, if GPS said 81 it wuz only cuz I was keepin' with the flō of traffick."  (If I had to swear on a stack of Bibles, the truth is I pick the fastest car and tail it, m'bad.)

At Love's Truck Stop there was no water in the women's restroom.  I asked clerks, "Can we at least have some bottled water, there's women in there with soap on their hands and no way of rinsing?"  Their reply?  "You can go around the wall to the shower stall.  Otherwise you'll have to buy water."  You're kidding me.  A big concern like that and they can't afford a few bottles of water!!!  Since hubby was waiting and we were to meet the plane, I did a quick move.  I ripped paper towels from the dispensers and dropped them in the bottom of each sink!  That meant that any woman coming in next would do a double take and consider what the problem might be.  It was the best I could do hurriedly.

At a rest area, where we'd earlier stopped, it had bars over the vending machines, a sight I'd never seen before, yet people could stick their hands through to insert money and receive cool drinks.  Walking past it to our truck an 83 y.o. woman seemed concerned.  She couldn't find her car, and since her key fob didn't honk the horn, she decided to hit the trunk release, sure enough, it popped up and she grinned at her lost and found.  She asked us how to navigate the interstate to get back to the city.  She'd come too far and didn't know how to turn around.  John kindly gave her his experienced instructions.

The airport was self-explanatory and pretty with red brick, blue fountains, and green bushes.  "Wait here and he'll come down the escalator", said the information desk blue uniformed lady. So we sat on a bench and watched the travelers entering, the passengers exiting, and the flight personnel change-over, and visited with the couple next to us in the same stage of life.  

Spencer kept us informed via text.  "Stewardess says we're 20 minutes early."

"What's the weather like there?"

"Touch down and landed."  

"Waiting on someone to open da door.  We're like sardines in here."

Inn at Mulberry Grove, the name evoked homeyness, foreign lands, peace.  It was awful.  The first room smelled like the high poster beds and gilded framed mirrors had been dropped in a smelly fishy river and never allowed to dry in the sun!  Oh, so stale!  The second room not so much.  We paid.  "Continental breakfast?"  "We give our customers breakfast to-go bags."  Sure enough there was a granola bar,  powdered doughnuts, an apple, and a bottle of water!  That wasn't the worst.  After settling in we opened the fridge.  Oh!  My!  Lands!  The stench exploded and filled the rooms!  Did dead fish rot in it for a week?!  After showing the housecleaning staff, even the maintenance man recoiled. 

Enmarket, a convenience store, was across the intersection.  When I heard the gentleman cashier say something about accepting payment in copper, I asked if he needed some pennies.  I had $4 worth.  When I laid the rolls on the counter he said, "Sweet!"  

He explained if he takes a hundred dollars to the bank he won't get $100 worth of pennies, he has to take whatever coinage they have.  I asked if he needed other coins, "Yes.  Come back in the morning, speak to the manager."   I did.  I asked how much she wanted.  "How much you got?" as she kept waiting on the line of customers.  "$44",  I replied.  She said, "I'll take it all."  Wow!   

This is something I do.  All year long we save our coins to share on vacation.  

Something else I do is take lots of pictures.  Don't take my phone, never mind the calls, I have to take pictures.  "Look!  It's da plane!  Here, take the wheel."