atte ... mmmmm) & good roads ... until Reno. They got another foot or more of snow. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought Reno was in Nevada, which is in the desert, which shouldn't get that much snow! (Actually, don't correct me. I'm sure I am wrong because their elevation is super high or something wild. Regardless, it's dumb. I'm not a snow fan.)We made it over Donner Pass though & hit Sacramento 5 o'clock Sunday traffic. Apparently, Sacramentoians (yeah, that's a word) have Sunday Rush Hour too. Lame-o. We agreed that we do NOT miss California traffic & besides not ever being able to own a giganto home in CA without a trillion-dollar-income, we remembered how much we hated the traffic. I'll sacrafice palm trees & sunny skies for brown hills & my valuable TIME any day.
Anyway, ... moving right along on our journey over Donner, we stopped to feed Cashe. We pull into this "town" which was really just a tubing hill & a gas station. The hill was covered with snow-bunnies & trying to find a parking spot with a little bit of privacy was a joke. I managed to cover up as best I could as Shad wedged us between two other SUVs. Little did we know we were in for quite a show!
Anytime I feed Cashe, I take in our surroundings while Shad hammers out a crossword puzzle in the front seat during our 30-minute stop. Normally, we're surrounded by other travelers coming & going from gas stations, but this time, one of the SUV families had a distraught family member. This guy was probably 17 & he was sobbing.
A little weird. Even weirder when he threw himself against my window!
Um, hello!? Privacy, please!
His uncle or cousin or brother from another mother came up & consoled him & rubbed his back while all this was going on. Mind you, I'm still nursing my son through this (Praise the Lord & Honda for making tinted windows)! I asked Shad to please lock the doors, which he did, but the loud CLICK still didn't give these guys the clue apparently.
The "sad guy" continued to sob & throw himself against of my window. He rolled himself down the side of the car through all the snowy, muddy grime that we had accumulated & wailed, "but she's dead." His buddy rubbed his back again while the kid laid his head against our far back window & told him, "we'll always remember her." Um, scary.
What do you mean she's dead? Who is she? Did you just kill her? Are you going to kill us next?
Two ladies from the other SUV came up & offered him a cigarette (so, maybe he was older than 17, or should've been). He took the lit cigarette & threw himself against the car again, cigarette in hand over our gas tank.
Seriously, enough is enough. This dude may just shoot us ... & undoubtedly, himself.
Finally, Shad started the car & the families dispersed. "Sad guy" was now angry because apparently the nicotine didn't help & he was still sad. So, he threw open his car door as hard as he could, coming only millimeters from Shad's rearview mirror & he climbed over some poor little girl in her car seat & flopped himself on the backseat while continued to sob.
Good grief! Cashe, let's finish this up & get the heck outta here!
Call me heartless, but couldn't he have sobbed on his own car? Why ours? He did act as if he was inebriated, (so perhaps he was 21 or should've been) & had no idea he wasn't crying on his own car. He certainly didn't act as if he was aware anyone was in the car. All he cared about was the death of some girl. Sad. But couldn't you mourn her death at home with a pint of Ben & Jerry's rather than in Tahoe with a bottle of Jack & a pack of Marlboros while I'm innocently trying to feed my child??
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