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Published: April 27th 2013
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Time to head back to PS. This has been the never ending winter. April 11
th, still snowing. But it isn’t time for my holiday to start yet. Ed however, is going a week before me, to golf. I cannot for the life of me remember why I would have agreed to this???? So he gets an extra week in the sun and I stay home and work. And shovel. Not once or twice, pretty much every day I am shovelling. I must have been delirious in February when we booked this trip and agreed to come a week behind, so that he could golf? A few days before I leave my driveway is so full of snow that I can’t get my car out. And there is another big storm coming, so I decide to leave for Minneapolis a day early. Possibly one of my best decisions ever! I avoid the storm and get to Minni two days before my flight. Since I am by myself I decide that I should go shopping for the new baby! The roads are so horrible that I stick with Mall of Amercia, there is no way I am going on the highway. Since I am pretty much contained to MOA I am almost forced to have a Cinnabon for dinner. Almost worth the half hour I was on the treadmill with a room full of bizarre men. My fav was the guy on the machine beside me, “power walking”, talking on his flip phone so loud even my ipod and treadmill couldn’t drown him out. He had on a women’s ballcap and was swinging the arm that wasn’t holding the phone. Walking at the breakneck pack of 3.1. I so wish I had my phone so I could have got a pic…
The whole trip to Minni and the flight to PS was perfect. And the shuttle to the airport provided the first award winner of my new blog feature: Douche of the Week! The award this week goes to the two men who joined me on the shuttle to the airport. These were very important business men. Talking about a very important conference call. And gossiping about a guy at work, because his girlfriend is pregnant and it is not his. It is an anger baby. Fortunately the one very important business man was way cooler than the other, and able to explain what an anger baby was. 50 year old men. So we get to the airport and are getting off at the same place. They get off before I do. They are dressed like very important business men. Cool guy is wear wrinkly khakis, a sweater that is two sizes too small and hikers. Not so cool guy is wearing wrinkly khakis and a tweed blazer, with a coloured running shoe. I guess when their mother-wives aren’t around they can’t use an iron. They both have laptop bags that have different logos, I assume a free give away from a very important conference that they went to. They are talking about what date the court case is and how it was hard to coordinate so many important people on a conference call. Major big shots. I love how they talk very loud, so that I can hear how important they are. They get the bags from the nice man who drove us to the airport. And leave. No tip! These are big time, important business men! With huge suitcases. Nothing for the driver of the free shuttle! Clearly the first winner of Douche of the Week!
Of course my husband was really missing me, being away golfing. So when I get to the airport, how surprised I am that he isn’t there. So I text. Then call. Nothing. Half an hour later he calls. On his way. Somehow he makes this my fault, because I didn’t check what time I got in. So an hour later…
Many people have told me this isn’t a travel blog because I don’t give any travel relevant info. Very true. So this trip I am going to review every restaurant we go to. That will give it a travel flair. Maybe on the next post.
The second day I’m here Ed and I head to Costco to get some groceries. This time, I don’t let him out of my sight. This man cannot be left alone at Costco. I learned the last time we were here…
Flashback: December 2012 PS Trip…
So we decide to go to Costco. Ed loves Costco. He is going to pick out a tv and then we will get groceries. So we look at the tvs. Then we head to groceries. We pick out bread. Then Ed remembers he wants to look at bbqs. Says he will meet up with me in the groceries. So off I go to get some food for the week. I make it through meat and produce and text Ed. No response. So I go thru the rest of the massive rows of food. It is the world’s most frustrating place to shop because people are stopping and blocking the aisles to have a snack. Every two or three rows there is someone handing out miscellaneous food products that you really shouldn’t be eating. It’s an ongoing traffic jam. Regardless, I make it thru. Text Ed again. Nothing. It’s been over half an hour! I start walking to the back of the store and I get the reply: I’m full. There is Ed, about 4 rows ahead of me, getting a chocolate. He waves me over, saying ‘I want to show you something’. Takes me to the back of the store and whispers ‘I know you don’t like to touch it, but can you get me another salmon? I’ve already been here twice’. So now I am picking up samples for him. We head to the check out. Ed is saying that he’s really full, and sampled a lot of good stuff so our plan to go out for lunch is quickly falling apart. We are in the line up to check out, and he says ‘oh no. I think I better go to the bathroom’. So he’s gone again. I wait in line, check out, reload the groceries and he finally reappears. ‘That wasn’t good’. I say something about eating samples at Costco not being his best choice. We are almost out the door and he’s talking about the deal of the day, hotdog and pop for $1.50. I remind him he just said he was full and that he’s had to go to the washroom as a result of eating questionable samples. And that if things aren’t good in the bathroom, that stopping eating is probably the best move. He agrees. We are just about outside and he says ‘I can’t resist it’. So he turns around and heads to the hotdog line. I wheel the groceries outside, load up the truck, and drive to the front of the store. A few minutes later out comes my hubby, hotdog in one hand and pop in the other, with a big smile. ‘It’s only $1.50! We should come here more often’. Yikers.
Fast forward to April 2013. I don’t let him out of my sight. ‘This place is no fun with you following me around’. We get to the check out and he gets away on me. Of course it involves some issue in the bathroom that takes just long enough for me to pay and load up the cart. Any guesses as to lunch that day?
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Jim Pronger
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douche of the week
ed Don't worry, I have the same problem at Costco. Next time you are there top off the hot dog with a very berry sundae, they are awesome. Jim P