Safe and Secure -or- The Remora: Part 3: The journey begins. (398 hits)
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Submitted by Erosion Rules (View user info) at 2006-05-11 01:22:07 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/87398
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/87495
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Thane woke up about an hour after the Quebec sluts left. He didn't remember much, which was probably a good thing. I made something up on the fly about the girls needing to get across the bridge before Victoria Day traffic starts up heavily, hoping he wouldn't realize that Victoria Day was months off.
I helped him pack up his things, and we took everything we could from the hotel. I don't know why we are compelled to do such a thing. What are we, as people, ever going to do with a lifetime supply of paper shower caps? A substandard thin towel? Enough shampoo and conditioner for one shower? Or even a brittle and sharp sliver of soap, still wrapped in wax paper? These little bits of hospitality...they know you'll never use them, but they leave them because they know you'll take them.
Suddenly, I realized I didn't know where Thane was heading. I doubted he was going home, he had way too much clean laundry for that. I didn't even know why he was traveling. But I supposed it was best not to ask. These things tend to complicate a general acquaintance based solely on a free ride. Thane didn't feel a need to know my entire back story, so I wasn't going to delve into his personal affairs. His story was probably even less interesting than mine, anyway.
Driving out of Alexandria Bay, I noticed a statie hassling a hitchhiker by the side of Route 37. That was the biggest problem here. Staties. They realize that there's nothing going on here. Almost no crime. There hasn't been a wrongful death in roughly a decade. Even longer for an intended kill. The last armed robbery happened about the same time Garfield and Friends was cancelled. Enforcement folk have nothing better to do than waste the day away with the most minimum of offenders.
We turned left down Goose Bay Road. I wasn't sure if Thane knew it or not, but Goose Bay was a complete dead end. Just a loop of houses ending in a cul de sac overlooking the river. Two teenage girls were standing outside, ABHS cheerleaders, from the look of their shorts. I couldn't help but think that just a few years ago, I was in their target dating range. Now even more so, with the little whores running rampant, trying to grow up to catch up to all the sluts chanting "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" on Jerry Springer and Maury Povich.
Thane, of course, wanted to stop. Kind of a questionable guy, now that I think of it. I convinced him to move along. I knew the guy who lived next door, and he was far from understanding when it came to other peoples' business.
When we rounded back out of Goose Bay, he turned right. It was a completely pointless detour, and there we were, heading back in the same direction: Onward to I-81. We could be going anywhere. Buffalo. Niagra. Rochester. Syracuse. Hell, we could wind up in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania for all I knew. I knew only one thing. It would be a while, so I allowed myself to drift off to sleep.
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