I made a spontaneous trip to visit an old friend and drive up to Grand Rapids, MI to watch my uncle open for OneRepublic this past weekend. Those of you that know me, know that I’m not very spontaneous because I like to research and plan just about everything. So I said to hell with detailed planning and decided to embark on this four-day road trip two weeks before leaving. I’m glad I did it. I had a lot of fun and the concert was awesome. I started off heading to Tennessee. I met up with my high-school best friend in my hometown. I spent the night at her place and we left out for Michigan the next morning. We drove north through Kentucky and Indiana before finally making it to the Great Lakes State a couple of hours before the concert was to start. We headed east to Detroit the next morning because I had never been to Canada and Windsor, Ontario was right across the river from Detroit and only two hours from where we were staying. We spent some time walking along the river in Windsor, and of course I had to visit a Tim Hortons (any HIMYM fan?) for some coffee and a maple donut. We then drove back to Tennessee by way of Ohio and Kentucky. So yes, that’s six states and two countries in four days. I had a lovely, lovely time, but I was pretty tired. I got a serious case of the cankles from being in the car for four days straight, but I’m starting to be able to differentiate between my leg and foot again.
However, I had a few weird encounters with men that made me not so joyous at the thought of entering the dating world again. One was a customs agent at the Canada/US border. And then there was an encounter at an Ohio Jack-In-The-Box with three men that had me pretty much running out of the place.
The Canadian/US Border: I’ve never crossed into another county by car before. I wasn’t too sure on what to expect. Well, the agent barked orders at me the entire time. He ridiculed my reasons for being up north and asked if I had any ex-boyfriends in my trunk. He also kept asking if anyone gave me any packages and offered to pay me in the U.S. Um no. I’ve seen Brokedown Palace and Bridget Jone’s Diary 2. I know better than all that. Mr. Customs Agent didn’t seem to believe me. My friend said she thought he was trying to flirt with me. If so, he was really bad at it.
Ohio: We meandered south taking our time. We stopped at Lake Erie so I could check off my second of the five Great Lakes. Then we continued on. Anyone who knows me knows how much I LOVE Jack-In-The-Box tacos. There are no Jack-In-The-Box restaurants anywhere near where I live in Arkansas. So when I spotted one at an exit in Cincinnati, OH I pulled off. Big mistake.
We ordered our food without incident (besides the fact that they were out of curly fries) and sat down to eat. I was in a sundress (nothing fancy), no makeup, and my dirty (hadn’t been washed in three days) hair was up in a bun. Two men walked in and continuously stared our way while ordering. One of the men had on overalls and a wife-beater. Oh great, I thought. They then sat down right behind us and continued to stare periodically. I was uncomfortable but not super creeped out. Then a man pulls into to the parking lot (our booth was at the window), and I exclaimed, “Jesus! He pulled in here on two wheels!” He then got out of his car and glowered at me very intensely. I looked at my friend, “do you think he read my lips?” Amber: “It seems that way sine he keeps staring at you like that.” He walks inside with his (very-dressed up) lady-friend and continues to stare at me very intensely. “Amber, he is still staring at me. What do I do? He’s creeping me out, and I’m afraid he’s going to try to kick my ass.” In fact, the man was turned all the way around while he and his lady-friend waited in line to order. I was very, very uncomfortable. We then threw away our things, and I went to refill my drink. Oh great, the guy was getting his drink just then. His lady-friend walked away and he turns to me (got pretty close) and whispers, “I’m sorry I was staring, you are just soooo pretty.” I laughed uncomfortably with surprise and said thanks. I am a southern lady after all. I turned to Amber and told her that we needed to get the hell out of there now. We walked out, and I’m not kidding, the original two creepers had their faces smashed up against the window to watch us walk out. I pretty much ran to the car and peeled out of that parking lot.
Other than the brush with creeper men, the trip was pretty stellar. I’d love to hear about everyone’s summer travels.
My uncle playing guitar for Josh Kaufman: