N-95: View 2
I didn’t know how we got on the wrong road, or rather on the right road headed the wrong way. We didn’t know it yet anyway. We were making the best of a not-bad situation -- like everyone else on that stretch of road -- sitting and waiting for the one-way construction to be cleared. It seemed like a good excuse to open up our cooler for a spontaneous picnic. Better than stopping in Vegas for lunch anyway.
Oops, the Tupperware container I wanted was underwater. I opened the lid and saw our lunch was submerged. I poured it out hoping to salvage the food. Stagey pretended it would work.
It’s a good thing that I over pack the food for vacation. I mean, I work in a damn grocery store so that’s pretty easy. Today’s intended lunch was destroyed, but there was plenty of bean salad, chips, cookies and cold drinks. And cheese, of course. The Tupperware of cheese -- probably the most expensive collection of cheese to be found in 200 miles -was on top of the submerged Tupperware. Hell we had more real food in the car than most of the gas station mini marts we had stopped at for the last two days.
Plenty of time to picnic as we waited for the road to re-open. We were happy to get on our way when it finally did. But five miles down the road we realized that we were headed to Tonopah, not Vegas, that the whole waiting 20 minutes for the construction to clear was completely unnecessary. We laughed. I mean, when else would we get to have lunch in the middle of I 95? Besides, wasting time is the point of vacation. It’s like getting on the wrong MUNI and being able to enjoy the ride instead of calling frantically late for work.
Coming back through Beatty looking for where I went wrong in the navigation, we saw the sign for 95 S. Then we saw the back of the sign that we missed when heading the other direction. Then we saw the huge tree in front of it.
“Probably planted by the Tonopah business association,” Stagey said. We laughed.
Oops, the Tupperware container I wanted was underwater. I opened the lid and saw our lunch was submerged. I poured it out hoping to salvage the food. Stagey pretended it would work.
It’s a good thing that I over pack the food for vacation. I mean, I work in a damn grocery store so that’s pretty easy. Today’s intended lunch was destroyed, but there was plenty of bean salad, chips, cookies and cold drinks. And cheese, of course. The Tupperware of cheese -- probably the most expensive collection of cheese to be found in 200 miles -was on top of the submerged Tupperware. Hell we had more real food in the car than most of the gas station mini marts we had stopped at for the last two days.
Plenty of time to picnic as we waited for the road to re-open. We were happy to get on our way when it finally did. But five miles down the road we realized that we were headed to Tonopah, not Vegas, that the whole waiting 20 minutes for the construction to clear was completely unnecessary. We laughed. I mean, when else would we get to have lunch in the middle of I 95? Besides, wasting time is the point of vacation. It’s like getting on the wrong MUNI and being able to enjoy the ride instead of calling frantically late for work.
Coming back through Beatty looking for where I went wrong in the navigation, we saw the sign for 95 S. Then we saw the back of the sign that we missed when heading the other direction. Then we saw the huge tree in front of it.
“Probably planted by the Tonopah business association,” Stagey said. We laughed.