Ants. Darn, scuttling, stupid, ants. They were crawling all over the car, all over me, up my legs, and all over the seats. It was so annoying! Before long, I was going mad from the ant attack, trying desperately and furiously to smash every one of their silly heads in for invading my car! Ugh! It was horrible and I was going crazy. I hate things whose whole purpose seems to be to get everywhere and just be annoying. I mean, seriously, they are so dumb! I mean, they think they can survive... after messing with me?! The imbeciles! They all deserve nothing better than death, in the most painful and cruel forms!
Ahem. Anyways, luckily, we found a vacuum at a gas station and stopped to vacuum all the nasty, despicable ants away. We opened the car doors and there were ants hiding everywhere, taunting us as they tried to run from the awful sucking vacuum of death. Fortunately, they didn't get to far and we were able to suck most of the nasty little critters up and out of my life.
Relived, we continued on with our drive. By lunch, we'd arrived in Ashville, so we found a place to eat, a delicious nice little Indian restaurant called Chai Panai, owned by the Patel family. Unfortunately, this Patel family had nothing to do with the one we knew from Fremont... The food was absolutely delicious, and I had a fun time making fun of a couple with big glasses, scarfs, and skinny jeans who I thought looked like "hipsters," which somehow led to a conversation on how writers went to cafés and wrote stories about random people at the cafe as a creativity exercise, often writing intricate story lines concerning two complete strangers.
However, by far my favorite thing about the restaurant was the t-shirts the servers wore which had the restaurant's logo on the front (a food cart with the words "Chai Panai" painted on it) and, on the back, the words "Namaste Y'all." I don't know why this was so funny to me, but it was, so I had a fun time with that!
After the lunch, we were stuffed, but we still had enough room to stop at the Chocolate Fetish for a snack. (Duh.) As soon as we walked in we were in chocolate heaven, and, needless to say, mom sure was excited! There were chocolate seashells and seahorses, in a display case, surrounded by sand, chocolate high heel shoes, chocolate themed t-shirts (Who needs love? I've got chocolate!), and no end to the variety of chocolate dipped fruit, marshmallows, fudge, truffles, chocolate mixed with spices or jams, and, of course, just plain chocolate. We really went crazy. We got chocolate with chili pepper, wasabi chocolate, some assorted chocolate truffles, chocolate dipped organge peels, chocolate dipped ginger, and, as a finishing touch, a turtle, named a "frog" by the store for copyright reasons, for Granny.
From there we drove all the way to Granny and Papa's, with the obligatory stop to Walmart, of course, where my dad and I got our fishing licenses, and some other unimportant nicknacks. As we waited for the lady to give us our licenses, I marveled at the knives and guns, including an adorable pink shotgun that was just so cute, I wanted to eat it... but if I did that, I'd probably blow my head off. Stupid reality.
Before long, we'd arrived at the lake house and were welcomed by a warm round of hugs all around. We passed out all the gifts we'd got to each appropriate person and sunk into the armchairs, tired from our long trek. Never less, we'd still had an enormous amount of fun on our journey, and couldn't wait for our next adventure.
Ooooohhhh the ants! I thought everyone was going to go crazy... well, crazier.
ReplyDeleteWe still never figured out why they invaded our lovely car, but they drove us crazy when they were there.
Namaste Y'all!