janradder: (laughing)
A couple weeks back, when I was in South Carolina visiting my father, we made a trip one Sunday morning to the local Wal-Mart (I know, Wal-Mart, but that's where we went) so he could get some groceries and I could buy a few things that we'd forgotten on our trip -- kids' shampoo, a couple of pillows for the boys, and a pair of sandals for Arie.  Fairly controversial items, I know, but we really needed them.

So we went to separate lanes to buy our respective items.  As we waited in line, Arie picked out a pack of gum to add to our purchases. When the cashier got to our items she looked at them and then at me.

"I'm sorry.  I can't sell these to you.  We have Blue Laws."

I looked at her confused.

"It's Sunday," she explained.  "We can't sell anything that can't be consumed before 1:30 on Sunday."

She was very nice about it and almost seemed embarrassed to explain the situation.

"They're right there," Arie said.  "You just have to ring them up."

I told him we'd have to come back later for those things, bought the gum because it was something which could be put into your mouth and, technically, ingested (though the same could be said about the other items as well), and left with Arie still unclear as to why we couldn't just buy the things we came for. In the car, on the way back to my dad's house, I explained to him how some people in the county of Aiken believed that selling things on Sunday was an insult to God and Jesus.

"That's stupid!" said Arie.

Amen.

(Here's the kicker:  Though the purchase of a pair of pillows for my two sons to sleep on, a bottle of shampoo to wash their hair with, and a pair of sandals to protect their feet was considered a profane act which desecrated the very idea of Jesus, I discovered later in the day that, should I have cared to, I could have legally purchased as much booze as was humanly possible to carry from the store and gotten good and liquored up on the Lord's Sabbath since hooch can be imbibed.  Go figure.)
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Kum and Go
A gas station in Wisconsin.  It would find a perfect home next to the "Pump-n-Munch" in Minneapolis.

Big Bone Lick State Park
In Kentucky.  The best part?  It happens to be located on Beaver Road.
janradder: (crying)
(or maybe not)

We're leaving tomorrow for North Carolina to drop [livejournal.com profile] haddayr off at Sycamore Hill and then the boys and I are on to Aiken, SC to see my dad and half-sister.  We've got a dual screen DVD player from Target (on sale for $129) to help entertain the boys, still, it's three days in a small enclosed space with a three year old and an Aspie.  We'll see how it goes.

The other night I dreamt that it was Monday and we were leaving for a trip to Germany the next day.  The house was a mess, no one was set to take care of the pets, nothing was packed, and we were not in the process of taking care of any of those things, yet we had to leave the next day (I don't even know if we had passports for the kids -- I don't think we did).  I never have anxiety dreams about travel and I'm never anxious about impending journeys (at least until now).  Haddayr, however, is, and she has infected me with her anxiety, if that's possible.  Not only does she tell me she's not as anxious as usual about the travel, she also had a dream the same night about flying with her family to Germany.  In that dream, it was half an hour until the plane was leaving and nothing was packed and no one seemed at all concerned about this.  When they arrived at the airport to find the plane had left without them, Haddayr's mother was outraged and tried to talk the airline into bringing the plane back.  Ahh, anxious dreams of travel.  Gotta love 'em.

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