The Winters family lexicon incorporated a new term from the Irwin family recently. A truck-nic is when you go through a fast food drive up or a drive in with a car hop to get food and eat in your truck.
Sunday evening hubby and I decided to go on a truck-nic date. I didn’t want to change out of my wildly colored fleece lounge pants and house slippers. We drove to Fremont and went to the Sonic drive in for our low budget truck-nic dinner date.
We didn’t realize that at the fast food place we couldn’t add a tip to the bill when we paid by card. We felt bad because we didn’t have cash on us. We almost never carry cash anymore. It was beginning to rain too so we felt doubly bad for the poor car hop.
After we ate we drove across the street to Walmart, a place I don’t usually shop. Hubby went in and it was sprinkling when he got out of the truck. While he was in the store the weather got worse so I sent him a text. Several as a matter fact with a play by play of what was happening. Here’s what it looked like:
Needless to say he didn’t even bring his phone. The weather had lightened up to a mild sprinkle by the time he came out with grapefruit juice, the only thing he knew we didn’t have, and cash. We went back to Sonic and gave the car hop a tip then headed home feeling much better about ourselves.
The drive home was harrowing. We drove right back into the teeth of that storm. The rain became so heavy it was hard to see. But we could still see enough to move on down the road. I swear every car out there had their emergency flashers on. Cars were huddled under all the bridges like sheep waiting for the storm to pass. At the very first group of cars we encountered some driver decided to pull out of the herd and go around, right in front of us like we weren’t even there. That made my heart jump up into my throat trying to escape eminent doom. But hubby pulled far enough to the left to miss the car; driven most likely by an unobservant human. Maybe the close call was noticed, though I doubt it.
Finally it was decided that maybe we too should get off the road. We took the next exit, which happens to be the exit for home. Rain was heavy but we made it up the ramp, across the bridge, down the street, and to the house. By the time we got home the rain had subsided and it was back to a gentle sprinkle. However, there were still huge puddles and my poor house slippers, socks, and feet were drenched by the time I got inside.
Our innocent, low budget, truck-nic dinner date turned into a spontaneous adventure.
Blessings and keep safe dear readers.