WARNING!! WARNING!!
EXTREME DULLNESS AHEAD!!!
WARNING!!
As opposed to...
Oh, sorry. Thanks for the heads-up.
Actually, it makes writing the rest of the TR easy.
If everyone stops reading,
then I can stop writing, right?
This sounds like a chicken-and-egg argument to me.
No, today I decided... to drive around
and pick up poker chips at Harley dealerships.
Well, God gives you only so many hours on this earth. How you choose to spend them is up to you.
Well, the obvious reason is that I collect them.
It's something to do, so... there ya go.
Ok. There's a reason.
It was located on Stanley street.
I remember thinking "What an odd name for a street."
Yeah. Okay. I'm an idiot.
(Would you please stop nodding in agreement!!)
Whoa, you saw that? Guess I'd better behave here.
Stanley street runs pretty much right up to
the Bell Centre.
Where the Montreal Canadians play.
Hockey, that is.
And they play for... the Stanley Cup.
Just one of the oldest trophies in the world.
Ah, yes. I support Philadelphia sports teams. We don't get to see very many trophies here.
I snapped this picture of a train station.
Just for you.
Cool building.
I made a game of it.
Sometimes Betty would tell me to go one way,
and Floyd (it was shiny and new... pink cheek like)
would tell me to go another.
Sometimes I'd pick one, sometimes the other.
I still got to where I wanted to go, so it all worked out.
I did this over our summer trip, too. My dashboard GPS would disagree with Google Maps. I found that Google tended to be a bit more trustworthy (read: up-to-date).
It took an hour.
So... a two hour round trip for a poker chip.
That must be some poker chip. Like, when you play it, it guarantees that the roulette ball stops on your number.
NEXT!!
(I warned you... I warned you!
Have your eyes glazed over yet?)
It's just like listening to my kids talk about their Minecraft projects.
I punched "Tim Hortons" into the GPS
(I don't remember which one.)
and there was one just a couple of blocks away.
Did you really need the GPS for that? I figured you could randomly point the car anywhere in Canada and find a Tim Horton's.
'Cause I'm not a big maple syrup fan.
Pancakes? I'll have jam on mine, thanks.
Waffles? Honey, whipped cream and fruit.
Interesting. I love it on breakfast food, but I find it makes other things sickeningly sweet.
OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LICKED YOUR SCREEN!!!!
What is wrong with you????
And please.... please get a towel and wipe off your screen.
I'd never do that! I mean, I just sneezed all over it.
Ya know what?
You're sick of Harley stores, aren't you.
That's not a question.
I know you're sick of them.
No, no. They're all so different and unique.
Insert card... <grumble... $12... highway robbery... grumble>
Confirm amount <grumble.... fine... push>
Confirm amount <I did that already... push>
Confirm amount <Stupid machine... push>
Confirm amount...
Oh for the love of Pete!
There are two machines and I have to pick the broken one!
<more grumbling... perhaps some mild cursing...>
<probably some mild cursing>
Press here for English and ici pour le Français.
English.
Insert card... <$12... grumble>
Confirm amount <push>
Confirm amount <not again!... push>
Confirm amount...
At this point, we're thinking: how likely is it that a cop will check on my car in the next hour or two, anyway?
That's the Olympic Stadium in the background.
Well... part of it.
Actually, what you can see,
is the tallest inclined tower in the world.
Cool, huh?
Yes! I remember watching Expos games way back when.
Are. You. Frickin'. Kidding. Me?????
I turned around.
Walked back to the car.
And drove off.
It cost me $12 to park my car for 5 minutes.
Can you confirm that payment?
But seriously:
I stopped being really annoyed
and became only mildly annoyed.
Until I reached for my iced lemonade.
The one that I'd had maybe a quarter of.
The one that I left on top of the #$&^#* ticket machine!!!
Gah! This is approaching migraine-level.
Well, too bad! We're off to another Harley store!
Hey, wait? Why are you punishing us for this?
Apparently, in Montreal, rush hour means
every man (or woman... or uber... or Tesla...)
for himself (or herself.)
Oh, so it's like New Jersey, but in French.
I don't remember what we rented,
only that we couldn't watch it.
The TV had so much static,
that it rendered the movie un-watchable.
It was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, wasn't it? I bet the static was an improvement.
Still reading?
I told you it was going to be boring!
I didn't lie, did I.
Truth in advertising. I have to hand it to you there.
She gets that giant cone on her head and she's pretty much
restricted from doing anything.
What's a pup to do?
Sleep of course.
Don't worry about the human you're using as a pillow.
Well, that sure looks comfortable. For the dog.
"SHE GOT OUT OF HER LEASH!! CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME!!
"SHE'S GOT HER CONE OFF!!! CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"
Is this a dog issue or a caregiver issue?
I was really, really looking forward to this one.
Several reasons.
In no particular order.
1. It's not every day that Ruby agrees to go to Disney!
2. A cruise! We've always wanted to try it.
3. I was meeting some very special people.
I seriously can't tell you which one disappointed me the most.
That I wasn't going to be able to meet
some "friends-I've-never-met".
That I couldn't do F&W with Ruby.
That we wouldn't be going on a cruise.
Dang. This still hurts to read about.
I know what you mean about the meets, too. It still bugs me that Fargo didn't work out. Would have loved to shake your hand. I really love my online friendships and I think it's cool to "know" people around the world, but there's something about meeting up IRL that solidifies it, you know?
Ruby tried to cheer me up.
"Well, maybe we can do something around here?" She said.
"Maybe Banff?"
Banff would be cool. I'd love to get up there someday.
Ruby even said "To be honest, I'd rather do that than Disney."
Which you knew. It still sounds weird, though.
Ruby said do it.
"You've been working so much. You need this."
It was like the skies parted
and the hand of God reached out.
That's a good woman, right there. A keeper!
I fly out on September 14th, arriving that afternoon.
Spend a few days in Disney.
Fly home on the 18th.
It's all booked.