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Flyday Friday

I’m flying home to Nashville for the weekend. Actually, I’m sitting at my gate in Austin… glaring at the board that I now have a 15 minute delay.

I can’t have delays today. It’s one of those flights that make my husband and I shake our heads at our life.

See, I land in time to have a quick dinner with him before taking him to the bus for the weekend. So I get home in time for him to leave.

We do that sometimes.

The most extreme case was when he parked our truck in short term and we met at the airport in time for him to give me a kiss and tell me where to find it. He flew out as I drove home.

That’s our life!

Go. Go. Go.

And I wouldn’t trade it.

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All I wanted to do was pee!

Its happened to me twice now. Both times in Arkansas… perhaps a coincidence but for now I’m holding it against the state.

We were traveling between Texas and Tennessee (which might be obvious since I already said this happened in Arkansas) and needed to fuel the truck. Thank heavens since I was doing the, “I gotta pee dance.”

My husband gets out to fuel, I bolt for the store to pee. Only to be denied. 

The first time, “The restrooms are locked at 10 because I don’t want to be back there cleaning them all the time.” I am pretty sure I almost broke down in tears. I ran out, told my husband to quit fueling. I would NOT give that store another penny. We went across the street where I was able to relieve my screaming bladder and my finish filling the gas tank.

I wrote several scalding reviews on social media for the offending station… 

The second time I wasn’t in as dire a need.  As my husband fueled, I strolled to the store.  I could see the woman inside sweeping. I knew they were closing in about 20 minutes.

I stepped inside and was promptly told, “Ma’am the restrooms are closed.” I stared at her. I sighed loudly and walked out.

I told my husband.  I considered stopping fueling again until I realized we were almost done already. My husband went to talk to the lady but didn’t get anywhere either. I made a quick “tip” on Foursquare about what happened, ending it with, “Why did I spend over $60 in fuel here?”

My husband informed me it was more like $75. Which just irritated me more.

I finally stopped  to pee later when I finally reached the pee dance stage. I picked a truck stop I knew wouldn’t deny me. Thankful for them atleast!

Tell me… anyone else run into this? What did you do? Am I wrong to be highly annoyed to be told the restroom is closed when I’m spending a LOT at the pump? Thoughts?