Sooo.....as I said on Thursday...last week was the week from hell.
It continued on Friday.
Hubby and I left our house around 8am headed to the Outer Banks. We stopped and ate breakfast, which took FOREVER. We waited entirely too long for the food to be brought to us and when it finally made it's way to the table it was not all that warm but we were hungry and anxious to get on the road so we ate what we could, complained and left.
Once we left the nasty breakfast place, we headed to Wally World for some last minute stuff to take with us. This last minute stop ended up taking about 30 minutes.
After the Wally World stop, we had to make what we thought was one last stop for gas. Wrong, we stop for gas, fill up the truck but they don't have whatever type of motor oil hubby puts in the truck and it was low on oil so we had to make yet ANOTHER stop.
At the next stop, hubby gets the oil he needs and some gas treatment stuff for the truck. He puts the oil in the truck and we FINALLY hit the road. Ten minutes into the ride (but two hours AFTER leaving our house) my son calls hubby's phone and says, "I was just wondering if you got a signal on your phone down there" Which my husband responded...laughing..."Considering we're only twenty minutes from the house, yes I am still getting a signal."
After driving for a little over an hour, hubby remembers that he bought the gas treatment stuff but never put it in the tank. He asks me what I did with it and I told him I think he left it under the hood, that he never gave it to me. So we had to stop and check to make sure it was still there, which it was. He adds this stuff to the truck and once again, we hit the road.
Fifteen or twenty minutes down the road, the engine light comes on. I can't help but laugh and hubby is cussing. I tell him it's probably that shit he put in the gas tank and he says no it's not. After a little debate about that, we finally agree on continuing on and not worry about the light. Whatever happens, happens kind of attitude. Maybe not a good one but it's the one we went with.
The rest of the ride went off without a hitch.
Once we got to the Outer Banks, we had to hunt down a room to stay in. This is where "flying by the seat of your pants" doesn't work so well.
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The original plan was a last minute plan to begin with so getting it screwed up is no huge surprise to me. We were going to take the tent and everything needed for camping (just in case we couldn't find a room).
Well...we forgot the tent!
So our hopes were on finding a room available.
After searching the whole length of the beach, we finally find one with a vacancy. Not my first OR fifth choice of a place to stay but hey...that's what we get for not making reservations.
Anyway, we pay for the room for two nights, figuring we best jump on the next night in case we didn't find anything else. We find our room, park and jump out of the truck.
Hubby fights the door to the room trying to get in. He had a hard time getting the key in and when he finally got the lock to turn, the door wouldn't open. He thought he was doing something wrong so he hands me the key and asks me to try. I take the key and try. Same thing. I couldn't get it open either. The lock would unlock but the door wouldn't open. Finally hubby had to push his body against the door to get it open.
While he was fighting with the stubborn door, I was looking around the courtyard...(hahaha...courtyard my ass)....anyway....I was just hanging out by the truck smoking a cigarette trying to get motivated to unpack the junk in the truck. Hubby calls me into the room and shows me the bed. Well, he has the covers pulled down and a pillow in the middle of the bed telling me to look. I'm looking and not knowing what the hell I'm supposed to be looking at, I ask him what's going on.
He points out that there is hair all over the pillow. Ok...so now I'm just freaking and he's cussing. We're both debating on staying where we are but insisting that they clean the room, take our chances, somewhere else (knowing that this was basically the last resort to begin with) or just say 'fuck it' and go back home.
After surveying the remainder of crackerbox they call a room, we figured the rest of the place was clean and we would get them to do something about the sheets and blankets.
Once we made that decision, hubby went back to the truck to get something and realized that he had locked the keys in the truck
Hubby is already irritated because of the room and the time it took us to get there so when he realized the keys were locked in the truck, his irritation turned into full blown being pissed off. Especially since there should be a spare key hidden on the truck but I had to use it once and forgot to put it back.
To avoid calling a locksmith, hubby tried to get into the truck with a clothes hanger. While I, knowing better, didn't say a word! Needless to say the hanger wasn't working to well. Hubby was just about to lose his top for good when the guy that he got the hanger from came over and asked how it was going and made mention that if there was a Dodge dealership in town they could make a key and he would take hubby up there to get it.
After hunting down the owner of the motel and getting a phone book, hubby finds that there is a dealership up the road and they said they would have the key made by the time we got there.
Thank goodness for the hands of strangers. They took us to the dealership to pick up the key for $10 compared to the astronomical amount the locksmith would have wanted.
After all was said and done, we got back to the motel with a new key, were able to get in the truck, had to make the people change the bed linens and finally sat down outside the room around 5:30pm to laugh about all the shit that happened that day and in the process we made two new friends so I guess it could have been much worse. Although, if it was, I don't want any parts of it!!!
