Chicago Adventure, Part B

Wasn't that last entry just incredibly exciting? I thought so! And perhaps you thought that surely I've already gone through enough to warrant writing extensively about this trip in my blog. But no! There's still more to go.

When I was finally able to tear myself away from the rather tasty breakfast, I had to find my way to the testing facility. However, when I say facility, what I really mean is something more like a garage that's overcrowded with various electronic gizmos that I hope I never have to see again. The owner of the facility is the only guy who works there - and while nice, he was also rather quiet. There was also no music or other distractions, making this whole situation somewhat awkward.

Also, tests were failed, blah blah blah, that's not what you came to read.

So after two days of this excitement, it was time to leave. No bad traffic, I had left a little early. I'm sure I'm missing some great details in this trip, but one thing does stick out in my mind. Somewhere in boondocks, Indiana, I had to stop at a gas station (fyi, don't drink lots of fluids before long trips). I should have known this wasn't a good idea as I pulled in. When I went inside, nobody was at the register for a little a minute or so. Then all of a sudden, some kid that probably was all of 10 years old comes out to help me. Now what I needed didn't involve a monetary transation, but I'm rather curious to know what would have happened if I wanted to buy something that they'd need to be a certain age to sell. Anyway, I asked if the facilities were around, and apparently they were on the side. He said it should be unlocked; then he went back to whatever it is kids do when they're in charge of a gas station. When I went to the side to check the door, and it was actually locked. By then, I decided I didn't like this place so much and took off.

I should mention that by boondocks, I simply mean I didn't know where I was at and I probably won't return for a vacation stay. If there is a Boondocks, IN, then by no means am I trying to badmouth it. Although they should probably get their name changed. That has been all the Chicago trip memories that I can recall at the moment.