Slow Ride

So tonight is my last night out of town. I have finally come to peace with this whole thing and have decided to enjoy myself.
I actually went north on 231 just to see what was on the other side of 85. Who would have guessed that there were more service roads? What? I haven't mentioned service roads? Allow me to explain the service roads of the MountO'Gummery.
Service roads are short stretches of pavement on either side of the main road where travelers may get stuck in traffic for long periods of time. Maybe they work in other towns but I am convinced that the Dept. of Transportation in Monty G. was invaded by Nazi party members whod devised a way to torture the good citizens of this town by miring them in odd intersections with no rhyme or reason. I have sat at a light for over 5 minutes. Really! 5 minutes, I ate my whole breakfast at one light. South of 85, the only way to return to the main road is through a traffic light. All set at 5 minute waits for crossing traffic. These work fine if you plan to stay on the main road all the way through but they put these things called "stores" and "restraunts" and "homes" on both sides of the road to intice you to exit. See, that is where they get you! Now you are trapped and must eventually cross over the main road to return home. You will wait my friend , you will!
I finally got to get in the hot tub this afternoon. I would have gotten in it every night but 2 guys have been hogging it the whole week. Not that I am afraid of strangers or that I am a homophobe but I refuse to share dead skin cells with strangers. What? Hot, streaming jets of water buffeting your body and you don't think that will knock a few off? I will not join the man stew or man broth, whichever you choose to call it. Anyways, every afternoon, I head out to the "plaza" to sit and read my book. I can see them in the hot tub room, bobbing around like little carrot slices or cubes of potatoe. I imagined them laughing at me," Ha, look at the big chicken, afraid to join us in the tub!" thinking what a nice ingredient I would make in their stew.
Today, today they were absent. I read a few pages so as not to appear too eager (in case they were watching!) then headed to the room and changed. Heading down the hallway, I tried to decide what I would do if they were there. There would be no way out! In my trunks and towel, I couldn't pretend to be on a leisurely stroll. Maybe I could act like I forgot something in my room and wait them out.
It was empty.
Empty, except for a few wet towels on the floor and a large yellow cooler with the phrase, "Chicken of the Sea" on the top. I set my stuff down and had a sudden nervous feeling, a flashback to the Atlanta Olympics! My first thought was, "Terrorists!" followed directly by a shark saying,"Sorry, Charlie." and finally, "Mmmm, tuna". I got in anyway.
The chlorine was so strong that I was temporarliy blinded but I preservered and sat down anyway. I started to wonder if I could bring my laundry down and drop it in with me, efficiently saving myself the 2.00$ in quarters it would take in the hotel laundr-o-mat? It would pretty much guarantee that no one would join me. Then I thought about hiding behind the palm trees located in each corner of the room and jumping out when someone sat into the tub yelling," Banzai!!!" or," FANCY SCHMANCY!!!"
Well, enough for now, I am heading out to eat at Dreamland which I spotted on my trip to North 231. First I have to hang up all these clothes up in my shower in hopes that they dry before morning.