The exchange of a credit card number for keys and we are off!! About a mile away from Enterprise I notice the car is fine as long as I don’t go over 30 mph. The steering wheel shook with vigor like a Great Dane humping your leg. Holding on tight made your whole body tremble. If my children were not on board, it probably could have been much more fun.
I entered the freeway, pushing about 60 mph, closing in on the interstate. I passed a speed limit sign encouraging me to go 70 mph. In my head I thought how glorious it would be to do the speed limit with out feeling like I was sitting on a washing machine. This was going to be a long ride. I still had 90 miles to go. The “jack hammer in the trunk” feeling just put the kids to sleep. Kids are lucky like that. They can sleep anywhere.
FINALLY, I get to Huntsville. The veins in my hands are popping out from squeezing the snot out of the steering wheel. We check in and my husband is already out of class for the day so he’s waiting for us. YAY!
We end up going to eat at Olive Garden for dinner. Large chain restaurants do not impress me but I was very hungry as were the kids. On the trip, we were not able to eat any real, substantial food because nothing was available, open, or working at the bus terminals where we stopped. Most of our food came out of vending machines. My children probably ate a basket of bread each before the food came out and they still ate nearly all of their food. CRAZY!
The next morning we passed around our goodbyes to husband/daddy and headed back to Birmingham to catch a miserable bus trip back to Oklahoma. The trip back was full of snoring people and crying babies. Some people snored while holding a screaming baby. Those people must be deaf. Oh and there was also a large group of people that seemed to be from Africa complete with babies. This is going to be fun!
I suppose my son was delirious from all the travelling. He wanted to play the game 20 Questions. Problem is the answer was always “beef jerky”. “Is it a thing?” “Is it food?” Is it brown?” (etc. etc. etc.) After about three turns of discovering his love of beef jerky, I would simply make my first question, “Is it beef jerky?”
At some point, someone spilled a drink and the guy next to me got my attention. Good thing he did since I had set my laptop bag on the floor a few miles back. That could have sucked.
There was a lady that almost missed the bus in Monroe, LA. Had she have been an ugly fat woman, I’m sure none of the guys in the back would have hollered for the bus driver to STOP! This is why even bus lines tell you to be there an hour before you are scheduled to leave. Why? So you don’t get left, FOOL!
One thing I noticed at nearly every stop was the “No Loitering” signs. The funny thing was the fact that there were many stops the driver made everyone onboard exit the bus and wait. I chuckled inside thinking that a good way to stop the loitering was to cease making the passengers get off and, well...loiter. Problem solved! Me for President!!
Another thing I noticed was that anytime the bus entered or exited Dallas, Texas the bus was ALWAYS packed. It was usually around this time that the bus smelled ripe!! If you read the first blog installment of this trip, the guy with the serious case of B.O. rode with us into Dallas making our eyes water the whole way.
The last stop before making it back to Oklahoma was supposed to be Wichita Falls, Texas. Later, I found out that there was no stop in Wichita Falls so we would be let off in Jolly, Texas. Jolly, Texas…hmmph! There was nothing “jolly” about any of the people that worked at the gas station there. The broad behind the register looked like she was beat with an ugly stick and her co-worker spoke in grunts and reminded me of Sloth from the Goonies.