We’ve driven this stretch of I-35 many, many, many times over the years so it is no longer exciting for us to do so. In fact, I slept part of the way. There was road construction that caused the trip to take substantially longer than we are used to it doing but that’s OK we had the time available. Plus it meant that we got to stop at Tobies in Hinckley for lunch. Their hamburgers are so good we eat them plain–not even catsup or mustard on them.
I have only two signs to tell you about today.
One adverstised a gun shop and said, “machine gun rental.” What?! Knowing how my mind works now you can probably read my thoughts. I can see some guy coming in and saying, “Excuse me. I have some people I need to mow down so I need to rent one of your machine guns.” “Sure thing, we just need to see some ID.” “I don’t want to give you my ID because then you’ll know who killed the guys I plan to shoot.” “That’s OK; it doesn’t have to be a real ID. We just need something to put in our records.” “Oh, OK. Here, you can have this one I took off the last guy I killed.” What an odd world we live in. Or, at least, I do.
On the other sign I started reading in the middle for some reason and missed a space so what I saw said, “E85 camping.” Ethanol camping? Methane camping? Camping next to a silo that’s becoming compost? Or a field of cows? Phew! Sure am glad we are headed to Dave’s sister’s house for a night of driveway camping in Duluth, Minnesota.
TTYL,
Linda