Today is the first day of our trip to Chicago to see my sister graduate from the Navy’s basic training at Great Lakes, Illinois. We are beginning to think the van we are driving is cursed.
So far, 2 GPS things have brokenm and the dash broke so that we could not get our graduation passes or registration out of the dash.
We have seen about a million deer, including one we passed who just stood in the middle of the other lane. We’re pretty sure a tractor trailer that passed us hit the deer because it stopped right past where the deer was standing.
The best part of the night was stopping at a McDonald’s in West Virginia. Some guy came in who was drunk and was telling the people he wanted French fries and he didn’t want them to smell like “stinky feet.” He also told the workers that they were going to have to run to get his food.
Matt would not stop driving, and he finally stopped, but we could not find anywhere to stay. We found somewhere that would let us rent a room that night, but the catch was we could not check in until 3 PM and it was currently about 3 AM. We drove a little further, and we all ended up getting to go to sleep in a hotel around 6:30.
I would just like to explain the title in this post. SOMEONE in our group refused to fly to Chicago. It would have cost $285 and taken 2 hours. Instead of flying, I am on the longest car ride of my life.
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