Career advice for the young.

I've had the two the most hilarious days of my life.

Yesterday after I pulled out of St Louis, Peter decided he is not a car but a Christmas tree, and turned on warning lights I've not seen with him ever. I got him to a dealership, and they checked him out even if my poor vocabulary to describe the situation they came on got mildly in the way. This all naturally made the drive to Wyoming turn into a dream instead of a drive, I was stuck in traffic all the damn day.

A great service department at the Autohaus BMW in St Louis, but I do not recommend this as a holiday destination to anyone.

 "

Hello Ms,

My name is **** and I am a Front Office Manager at the Hilton Columbus Downtown and I wanted to touch base with you regarding your less than stellar guest service experience at the front desk last night. I sincerely apologize for this and hope that it did not leave you with a negative impression of our hotel, or Hilton in general."

 I told her I hope she is not too hard on the poor girl, since sadly my road trip look is one of a street person rather than a person with any financial means. I'd say something about judging a book for it's cover, but meh, who gives a fuck. As said earlier, I have always gotten along with the staff of any hotel, except in this one incident. I told her shit happens, and that she probably won't do that again and that that's good enough for me.

In Canada, if one pulls into a truck stop, the truckers bend over backwards to help you. They tell you the routes, the roadworks, cops lookout places, hell they share their dinner if needed ( yes, I ate a man's home cooked meal in a damn stop somewhere in Canada, since the next diner was 20 km's away!) In the USA, things are a bit different.

It takes a special person to become a long distance truck driver, I'm actually not sure what I mean by special, since unlike their peers in Canada the men here operate differently.

My first contact with this great set of chaps was last year on my way to Yellowstone. At 2 am or so, I pulled up into their stop in my rental to stretch my legs, and watched them shake and pop pills while trying to get down from what ever they had been popping to stay awake. Nice, made the roads truly seem like the safe environment they always are here.

I learned from that, no more night stops at truck places, not the best move. Damn Canada just ruined all things I've become to think as normal for me by being so European.

Yesterday I had the best of luck in life and I had a stone stuck in my car's heat shield. It sounds horrible every time, but after the car has cooled off for a bit, it usually is a quick thing to fix.  My mechanical skills stretch from cussing to a taking off a tire which was not needed in this case ( and I wouldn't have had the tools anyway)and to poking the heat shields to get what ever is stuck to come out. I have learned finally to let the damn car cool off first, and while waiting, the lovely professionals of transportation approached me with offers of giving them "a good time".

It appears TV has given me a completely wrong impression of the ladies who entertain these gentlemen. I was under the impression one needs to be a drug addict, and in a quite bad shape with the addiction until the ladies end up working in these conditions, and I thought a night time, or even an evening would be a better time to exercise this profession.

In the middle of the day, four different men approached me asking my price. I found it extremely classy and quite flattering, I must be really good if I can make M4 money by spreading my legs at a truck stop at day time. I asked one of them what was giving them this idea, and his answer was "You're a chick in a stop."

Clearly long distance truck drivers here make a ton, and I suggest this profession to everyone. if they can entertain ladies with my taste just like that money must be excellent. Most people end up marrying demanding bitches like me and still never get lucky. My tip of the day is to consider a profession in logistics.

I got the gravel away from the shield, off I went. I'm sad to report that I decided not to take them up on their great offers.

I also spent hours on looking for the damn buffalo wings, since the taste of food served anywhere in Canada is still haunting me. I truly am afraid hunger will kill me if the sheer memory of a taste makes me drive around looking for something that resembles food and a sauce that hides the poor ingredients used. All in all, wins all around.

It appears Chevrolet is the replacement for moose here. I've spent the last day looking at those logos and honestly, the people behind the seats, just looking at their expressions give out a  good insight of why the car was bought instead of the many options available. Anyone who can appear as unattached to their surroundings as these drivers are, should probably consider walking. I did take a fuckload of pictures about them being stuck, but they are such a usual sight here, why post them up, you've all seen them anyway.

This year I found Kansas city.

That picture was taken while speeding away from it. It looked beautiful but after all the Chevrolet drivers, I was in a hurry to chase this one.

No, i was not reversing and chasing, but the picture was too beautiful not to post, it has the sky in it I was trying to capture, and we all know how rare that is with me.

Thunderstruck was playing on repeat (I'm pathetic) and the most beautiful storm rolled over me. It was such a heavy rainfall I pulled over to watch this. Peter, I'm happy to report, is for once clean again.

Anyway, from a homeless to a prostitute and from a prostitute we will see what. My titles are getting quite interesting.

Today, if Peter doesn't come up with a new lovely habit again, I will finally get to go to my favorite place in the world. Wyoming. If not, and my plans always seem to fail, I'm done trying and stop dreaming of that state.

Anna