Dameon
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- Joined
- Jul 7, 2010
- Location
- Quebec, Canada
So I've finally done something interesting enough to write about. I went on a miniature road trip.
It kind of slapped me in the face before it even started. I was going somewhere I'd never been before and didn't have my own vehicle just yet, as my money had all been going into school funds and day to day living expenses. So I hit the parents up to borrow the car and GPS so I can find my way to my destination and not have to take public transit every which way when I get there, to which I get a resounding 'Not in my fucking vehicle' from my step-father. Woot. Thanks dad. So I dig into my pocket and shell out the bills to get a Greyhound round trip ticket. Not cheap, but not overly expensive considering the short notice I purchased the tickets on. So dad comes back the day after I buy the tickets from his out of town job. And here's what happens.
"The only reason I didn't want to let you take the Jeep was because I was worried there'd be no vehicle for your mother to use in case she needed to get around while she was here." So to start things off with how wrong this statement is, let me just say this. My mother was the one talking to him, he never once voiced these concerns to her, she didn't even get the chance to explain. All she got to say was 'He wants to use the car to visit some friends.' and then the asserting his authority side came out. Secondly, my step-father's mother is living with us, with a vehicle. My mother currently has no license. If I left on the bus, she'd have no way to get around in that Jeep anyways! And his mother, who's living in a full blown trailer on our front lawn for free, could get off her ass and drive my mother around while I go on a trip. Right? Right.
But anyways, after I buy the tickets, he decides to be benevolent and offer me the Jeep. To which I just sit there and face palm. Repeatedly. But aside from that rocky start, everything else went good. Made it to my bus on time, got a short nap in on the ride, read a book and a half. Good stuff. Although the restaurant we stopped at wasn't the best, at least they had decent sandwiches. We pulled into the bus station after about...8 hours of driving, 2 hours wasted on delays, lay overs and rest stops, so 10 hours over all. But it was worth the trip, and the stink, and the annoying passengers. More details next post. I don't want to ramble too much in one go.
It kind of slapped me in the face before it even started. I was going somewhere I'd never been before and didn't have my own vehicle just yet, as my money had all been going into school funds and day to day living expenses. So I hit the parents up to borrow the car and GPS so I can find my way to my destination and not have to take public transit every which way when I get there, to which I get a resounding 'Not in my fucking vehicle' from my step-father. Woot. Thanks dad. So I dig into my pocket and shell out the bills to get a Greyhound round trip ticket. Not cheap, but not overly expensive considering the short notice I purchased the tickets on. So dad comes back the day after I buy the tickets from his out of town job. And here's what happens.
"The only reason I didn't want to let you take the Jeep was because I was worried there'd be no vehicle for your mother to use in case she needed to get around while she was here." So to start things off with how wrong this statement is, let me just say this. My mother was the one talking to him, he never once voiced these concerns to her, she didn't even get the chance to explain. All she got to say was 'He wants to use the car to visit some friends.' and then the asserting his authority side came out. Secondly, my step-father's mother is living with us, with a vehicle. My mother currently has no license. If I left on the bus, she'd have no way to get around in that Jeep anyways! And his mother, who's living in a full blown trailer on our front lawn for free, could get off her ass and drive my mother around while I go on a trip. Right? Right.
But anyways, after I buy the tickets, he decides to be benevolent and offer me the Jeep. To which I just sit there and face palm. Repeatedly. But aside from that rocky start, everything else went good. Made it to my bus on time, got a short nap in on the ride, read a book and a half. Good stuff. Although the restaurant we stopped at wasn't the best, at least they had decent sandwiches. We pulled into the bus station after about...8 hours of driving, 2 hours wasted on delays, lay overs and rest stops, so 10 hours over all. But it was worth the trip, and the stink, and the annoying passengers. More details next post. I don't want to ramble too much in one go.