|Just arrived home this morning about 9 am|
Yes folks, we are back home! And glad of it.
Early this morning Bill was knocking at my door at the Hampton Inn in Chesapeake, Virginia (in Suffolk, near Norfolk). The time was 3:30 a.m. Bill wanted to get an early start. Man oh man.
|The Hampton Inn Suffolk, VA early this morning while we were loading up the van to get out of Dodge|
This is the problem with Bill, he can't sleep at night (usually gets up at 2 or 2:30 after going to bed at 7 pm). Then when we go away on vacation like this he gets all worked up on the last day that we're not going to get the rented van back in time. Enterprise closes at 12 noon on Saturday. Don't ask me why they don't stay open all day on Saturday since that's when most people bring their rental cars back.
|Bill walking pushing the cart into the hotel early this morning even before the birds were up|
I would have like to have had breakfast at the Hampton Inn (which starts at 6) but decided it was just as well we didn't because the hotel was invaded by a horde of Golden Oldies (one of those giant tour buses for senior citizens) last night. I can just imagine what breakfast would have been like this morning at the Hampton Inn. All those old folks doddering around (not that I'm not one of them of course).
|Front desk checkout this morning - apparently we weren't the only ones up before the birds|
We enter the tunnel. By the way, the fascination of driving underneath the Chesapeake Bay has long since left me. I don't like it. No, not one bit. I am so glad when we come up out of that tunnel....twice.
|Driving through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, not for the faint of heart|
But I digress.
|Early morning on U.S. 13 in Virginia on the Delmarva peninsula|
Shortly in on the sparsely populated lower Delmarva peninsula we see an Arby's glowing in the morning darkness. Bill says "Want some breakfast?" Well....yeah. So we stopped in the cold (they must have just opened it) Arby's which already had a few local farmers parked at a couple tables. For the first time on our vacation, we as two men, did not elicit That Stare. You know the one I'm talking about. The star two men get when walking together in one of the "family resorts". That star that says "Do you think they are gay? They don't look gay. I hope the gays aren't planning on taking over our 'family friendly' (like gays don't have families) resort." You all know what I'm talking about . That Stare that says "Uh oh, they're coming!" Hey folks, Disney is the only family resort I know now that has a "Gay Days" and I don't recall God turning the Disney folks into pillars of salt because some gay people were having fun at DisneyWorld. Well, anyway, it was nice not to get That Stare. We were entering friendly territory. Those farmers that were in Arby's know we're not going to threatened the "sanctity" of their marriage or turn their kids gay. But again, I digress.
|Arby's - somewhere in the lower Delmarva peninsula right after the bay bridge tunnel|
Bill and I had one of those biscuit and egg sandwiches with smoked sausage. Each biscuit probably contained about 1,200 calories, 850 fat calories. They tasted yummy though. Probably because I was HUNGRY.
I slept most of the way back. We arrive at "the house" (Bill refuses to call where we live "home". He says "home" will always be our former house in Pennsylvania. He never misses an opportunity to express his dislike of living in Delaware which does become tiresome after awhile but he is not to be deterred).
We arrive home. Now for the "fun" part, unloading the van.
We unload the van and I follow Bill down in my Subaru to Enterprise to return the van. I had to wait awhile once in the office. The Enterprise folks were dealing with a couple of customers who were in accidents and were returning damaged vehicles. While standing in like I thought "I am SOOO glad that's not me." I'm a good little boy, I return my rentals clean and undamaged. You know where this is going don't you? Uh huh.
Now it's my turn. I hand the keys over to the Enterprise clerk. He takes them and says "I'll be right back." He goes out to check the van. Just a mere formality folks, a MERE formality. Then, as I am standing there in my smugness, he reenters the office and says "Mr. Tipton, could you step out here a moment?" Uh.....what is this? You guessed it. My rear bumper was damaged. WTF? I didn't see that before. Must have happened last night in the Hampton Inn parking lot. I was mortified, my "good little boy" image slowly fading into nostalgic memory.
Well, the good news folks is that I'm one of those people who take the max insurance out that Enterprise offers. Sure, it's expensive ($15.99 a day) but well worth it this time. Phew! No contacting my insurance company, no deductible, no nothing. Dodged a bullet there folks. And there is someone Out There, and they know who they are, who obviously backed into our van last night in the Hampton Inn parking lot.
I finish up that bit of unpleasantness and we both head back home. Bill to mow the grass and me to put our things away. Cameras, chargers, dirty underwear, the five short sleeve shirts that I didn't wear once, the polished pebbles I got from the Tallulah Gorge souvenir gift shop.
So we're back folks. I took a nice long nap this afternoon, a really deep sleep. It was one of those sleeps that when you wake up momentarily you don't know what time of day it is or where you are.
Nice to be home.