I've escaped the choir of honking taxis and the shoulder-to-shoulder holiday crowds of New York City for the week. I made the 3-hour road trip last night to Horsham, PA with my cat-loving, hippie co-worker, Rochelle in a boss Chevy Cobalt. I always succeed at renting the most uncool car in the lot. As I eased out into the madness of midtown Manhattan, the skies opened up. At this moment, I also noticed that Alamo had very considerately rented me a vehicle with only 1/8 gallon of gas. Not to worry -- I decided that I would get out of the city and pull over to a gas station along the highway.
Two miles and one hour later, we were on the New Jersey turnpike. It's still pouring rain, I have no idea where I'm going, and I'm driving a bit like my grandma. As I'm trying to block out Rochelle's rant about the gentrification of Brooklyn (I don't know -- don't ask), I notice that the dashboard is flashing "LOW FUEL." Of course this all happens when I'm on some unmarked bridge with no civilization in sight.
This could potentially be disasterous.
I made it over the bridge and took the next exit. In an effort to save every last gas fume, I turned off the heat and coasted into a tiny, run down New Jersey town. I snaked my way past a few questionable Indian restaurants and a 24-hour video store to find the one open gas station. I'm going to be honest -- it was the happiest moment of my life.
We found our way back to the highway and about two hours later pulled into the hotel. I walked into my room to see a full-size bed, a huge closet, and a big bathroom -- heaven. My first thought was, "Wow. This would cost $1400 a month to rent in New York." Oh, dear -- I've only been in NYC for a month and I already think in terms of real estate. I considered sleeping on the couch for old time sake, but changed my mind very quickly, brushed my teeth, curled up in bed, and had the best seven hours of shut eye that I've had in quite a while.
It was a quick night and an early morning. I won't bore you with the details of training, but it's gone well so far. It's encouraging to know that I'm part of selling a drug that has helped so many people. I only have a few minutes before I have to leave for my next session. I'll post another update tomorrow.
Team work is dreamwork. (Dad- It's a Rev Run reference. Google it.)
-Les
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Horsham is just down the turnpike from Norristown. I have a few pictures of the highway sign somewhere... taken from my cell phone... while driving...
Speaking of driving, what I like most about PA is:
1. You can't buy beer at the store
2. You can't make a left turn....... anywhere!
I saw the Norristown signs! I wanted to take a pic, but I thought it might be a bad career move with my co-workers in the car. I haven't tried to buy beer here yet, but I could really use one. I'm dying for Christmas vacation.
Where do you buy beer in PA? And that can't be my kids buying beer!
Where do you buy beer then in PA?
Mom
At a restaurant or by the case (yep, you read right: case!) at the state run liquor stores. You have to *really* like a brand.
Dad, you would be happy to know, you can buy wine at privately owned stores.
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