Just two dorkus kudills
....in line for coffee
The morning: Why we can't live in Caldwell
We decided that rather than eat breakfast at a chain restaurant, we wanted to give our business to a local spot. So I Googled and found Cattleman's Cafe, and we headed in that direction.
The alarming amount of pickups and horse trailers parked outside, combined with the mucus-thickening stench of manure, should have been our first clues that city slickers weren't welcome here. But, hungry and ignorant, we parked and went inside.
After sitting down and ordering coffee, we found some tasty breakfast choices on the menu, but when the server came back and took our order, we were chagrined to find out that they had stopped serving breakfast 10 minutes before we got there. "Today's an Auction Day," the server said, pointing at a written announcement posted in the menu (nowhere near the breakfast items, it should be noted), "and we stop serving breakfast at 11:30 on those days."
Dude, we're from the next time zone over and we just rolled out of bed. Make with the biscuits and gravy already! We ended up drinking the coffee, paying, and leaving. E tipped them a quarter out of spite. We got in the car and immediately commenced the mocking.
But wait, there's more
We're sharing gas expenses and it was my turn to pay, so we drove to the gas station and I ran my card through the machine at the pump outside. Unbeknownst to me, Hubby had transferred our funds over to my other card, so the card I used was declined. I figured it was just because my balance was low, so I went inside to pay there instead.
Oh the joy that awaited me inside. The card was declined again, and I turned to walk back outside to check my balance and try again. The cashier stopped me with "It didn't go through," and I said "Okay, thank you," and tried to walk away. She repeated herself, I repeated myself. Finally, apparently at her wits' end, she bent at the waist over her countertop and loudly announced to me and the entire store full of people, "IT DIDN'T GO THROUGH."
Okay, thanks, Bertha! I demurely answered, "I heard you. Thank you," and walked outside. More mocking from E and me, mostly of ourselves. Clearly we can't make it in Caldwell.
One gigantic breakfast at Cracker Barrel (finally, I was STARVING) and a trip to Target later, E and I finally felt we were among civilized folks again.
We came home and I spent a few minutes with Neenaw. It was heartbreaking. My grandmother has been stolen and replaced with a sweet little old lady who can no longer chat with me, ask me questions, laugh at my jokes. Her mind is almost gone and her spirit is preparing to leave this world. I wasn't prepared and could only be with her for a short while before I had to leave her room so she wouldn't catch on that I was bawling.
Death sucks.
After bawling a while: I chatted with Hubby, drank some water, and went outside for a bit. That's one nice thing about this part of Idaho - it's usually dry as a bone.
She who has spent the afternoon weeping
Later in the evening, Neenaw was more like herself again and could sit and converse with us. It was a sweet time. I love her so much and I'm so sad she's leaving us but she is ready to go. I'll miss her so much.
