May 3, 2009

Road Trippin'

Scene: I've been on the highway for an hour, driving in a direction I've never been, with no destination in mind. I just needed to get away and think. As I am belting out "Hello, Dolly", I look down, and realize that if I choose to keep going, I need to find a town with a gas station. A couple minutes later, I see a grain elevator, the ultimate sign of community in Saskatchewan, and pull off the highway. I find the town hotel/bar, park, and walk in.

Bartender: Sorry ma'am, we're not serving and the offsale is closing soon too. It's Sunday night.

Me: No problem, I was just wondering if there was somewhere in this town to get gas at this time of night.

Bartender: Everyone except us closes by 10pm.

Me: I figured so. It's the small town way. Guess I'll just have to suck it up and drive back to the city.

Bartender: That's one hell of a sunburn you got there.

Me: *nods*

Bartender: So what are you running away from?

Me: Oh fuck, who the hell knows anymore.

I got back into the car, wondering why I was on the lamb. Where was I going? Where was I trying to get to? What was bothering me so much that I was about to just leave everything, for a highway I'd never been on?

I have no idea.

I chose to head home. I'm glad that I did. I learned tonight, that I don't have to leave the province to think, I just need to do some drivin', some singin', and let myself have it. After that, I'll keep on truckin'.

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