Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday. Early AM. Still dark. Doing gruntwork restaurant job. Noticing some cars in parking lot have snow on 'em. Pondering having to drive a U-Haul through the Columbia River Gorge to pick up my brother-in-law and his stuff. Ugh.
Yep, immediately after work I had to dash up to The Dalles and rent the truck and then head down US197 to the middle of B.F.E. to get BiL and his stuff. The Gorge can be an amazingly scenic drive when the conditions are good. But the canyon acts like a funnel. Storms coming in from the coast get channeled into it and drastically amplified. Turns out that the snowy cars were an omen and Saturday was a Storm Day. Ugh.
Experienced the joy of driving a U-Haul in snow, rain, dust storm w/ about 50' of visibility, and STUPID winds. After going down 197 and coming back to The Dalles we stopped for lunch. Even the locals were griping about the wind, and they're supposedly used to it. Driving the dang truck was like flying a kite. Along about Cascade Locks there's a narrow, twisty bit on the interstate. As we rounded the corner, there was a Dodge Dakota with a crunched front end, stalled sideways in the middle of the freeway. He must've got crossed-up and hit the guardrail or something. I *just* barely managed to get whoa'd up without center-punching the Dakota as its passengers scrambled out and hurried to the road shoulder. Then the little voice in my head said "You're sitting dead still in the middle of a tight turn on the interstate during a wind and rainstorm. This is going to be bad." Thankfully we got around the truck and were able to help them push it out of the roadway. Nobody was hurt, but we could have been one Inattentive Moron away from being in a dozen-car pileup. Phew!
Finally got back to my place in Corvallis. Spent the rest of my weekend rearranging the stuff to make room for BiL's stuff. Remember that George Carlin bit about "Your house is just a place where you keep your stuff, while you go out and get... more stuff!"? Yes, the inside of my house now looks like an overstuffed mini-storage unit. But BiL is now out of a bad situation, so I guess there's that.
So... Last night, wife and I get back from church. There's a stack of scratch-off lotto tickets on the coffee table. BiL says "I won a few bucks, but I saved one for you guys to scratch off." I'm not into lotto games, but heck, if it's a gift I guess it's OK. It was a poker kind of theme...
My wife scratched it off... Holy Crap!! "I just got a straight flush! We just won $25,000!!!!" BiL says "Are you sure!? Check it carefully! Read the back!" On the reverse, the card reads "To redeem your winnings, take this ticket to any lotto retailer stupid enough to believe this is a valid lotto ticket."
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.
I am now taking suggestions on how to get BiL back for that little tee-hee that wasn't really all that funny.