Hallelujah Pizzeria Part 2
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I was never so happy to turn the car off and my legs were more than a little shaky as I stepped out and walked into the pizza shop. The look on my face as I walked in must have said it all…as I blew in the door with the wind and snow with me. There were a middle aged couple behind the counter, and a younger man sitting at a table. They were all chatting and looked up at me in surprise. Are there any Bed & Breakfasts in the area, I asked. The woman shook her head, and says no, nothing, not even a motel, nothing between here are Halifax. Crap, I think to myself. The husband says hold on a minute, let’s double check in the telephone book, and he starts flipping through the pages. I call Mr. C on my cell phone and tell him I won’t be home tonight. What? He asks…where are you? Where will you stay? I don’t know, and maybe in the car, I respond. I tell him not to worry, that I am making smart decisions and that I will be staying safe. We hang up and I return to find out that there is a B&B about 15 minutes away. And they are open and have a room available. Would you like me to call them back and book it for you? The woman asks. Yes! I am so thrilled that I will not be sleeping in the car or on the Pizzeria floor.
But now my mind quickly starts to think about getting back in the car and driving again. Fifteen minutes could be forever in the mess out there. The younger of the two men notices my distress and offers to drive in his truck to the B&B and for me to follow him. I immediately say YES! and after much discussion about which route to take, we are on our way. The drive was not nearly as bad when I had the comfort of following someone who was watching out for me.
An RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) car pulled up to his truck and a short conversation was had and then we were soon at the B&B. Upon both of us parking and getting out, I asked him what the RCMP had wanted. There had just been a major accident on the main Highway (the one I had just gotten off of) that involved three cars and a woman in one of the cars was dead. The officer was warning vehicles to stay off the Highway. I immediately thought about the silly woman and hoped that she hadn’t been involved. I called her cell phone. It was turned off.
I thanked the young fellow and asked him how I could repay him for his kindness. I don’t want anything at all. Really, I am just glad I could help you out. I felt so bad for you back there that I really just wanted to get you here safely. I wanted to give him a hug and a kiss but gave him a friendly Canadian handshake and thanked him profusely for his kindness.
I walked into the B&B and a woman quickly greeted me and checked me in, showed me to my room and asked if I needed anything else. I asked her if she had any toothpaste or toothbrushes that I could perhaps buy from her, given that I had not been prepared for an overnight excursion. Well, then you’ll need pajamas as well!
And she is off and brings me a toothbrush and toothpaste (both brand new and still in the package) and a pair of her pajamas. So I settled snuggly into the bed of a cozy Victorian B&B wearing a strangers’ dark purple satin pajamas. I got up bright and early the next morning and was home by 8:00 am. Upon telling Mr.C. the whole story, he gave me a hug, said he was glad I'd made it home safely and then said Did you bring any pizza home?
I continued to call the silly woman all day, and finally got through to her late yesterday. Oh, yes, I am fine. She says, wondering why I am asking. I ask her about her drive, and she says that she crawled along and got home in the middle of the night, and that she had also been stopped by the RCMP but wasn’t prepared to stay anywhere overnight (not having toothpaste and such). She never asked how my drive was, seemed annoyed that I had to overnight at a B&B, and proceeded to talk about the “Next” presentation. Forget it. I’m out. Silly woman.
But now my mind quickly starts to think about getting back in the car and driving again. Fifteen minutes could be forever in the mess out there. The younger of the two men notices my distress and offers to drive in his truck to the B&B and for me to follow him. I immediately say YES! and after much discussion about which route to take, we are on our way. The drive was not nearly as bad when I had the comfort of following someone who was watching out for me.
An RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) car pulled up to his truck and a short conversation was had and then we were soon at the B&B. Upon both of us parking and getting out, I asked him what the RCMP had wanted. There had just been a major accident on the main Highway (the one I had just gotten off of) that involved three cars and a woman in one of the cars was dead. The officer was warning vehicles to stay off the Highway. I immediately thought about the silly woman and hoped that she hadn’t been involved. I called her cell phone. It was turned off.I thanked the young fellow and asked him how I could repay him for his kindness. I don’t want anything at all. Really, I am just glad I could help you out. I felt so bad for you back there that I really just wanted to get you here safely. I wanted to give him a hug and a kiss but gave him a friendly Canadian handshake and thanked him profusely for his kindness.
I walked into the B&B and a woman quickly greeted me and checked me in, showed me to my room and asked if I needed anything else. I asked her if she had any toothpaste or toothbrushes that I could perhaps buy from her, given that I had not been prepared for an overnight excursion. Well, then you’ll need pajamas as well!
And she is off and brings me a toothbrush and toothpaste (both brand new and still in the package) and a pair of her pajamas. So I settled snuggly into the bed of a cozy Victorian B&B wearing a strangers’ dark purple satin pajamas. I got up bright and early the next morning and was home by 8:00 am. Upon telling Mr.C. the whole story, he gave me a hug, said he was glad I'd made it home safely and then said Did you bring any pizza home?I continued to call the silly woman all day, and finally got through to her late yesterday. Oh, yes, I am fine. She says, wondering why I am asking. I ask her about her drive, and she says that she crawled along and got home in the middle of the night, and that she had also been stopped by the RCMP but wasn’t prepared to stay anywhere overnight (not having toothpaste and such). She never asked how my drive was, seemed annoyed that I had to overnight at a B&B, and proceeded to talk about the “Next” presentation. Forget it. I’m out. Silly woman.
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8:25 PM
It's taking me awhile to catch my breath and gather my thoughts after that ordeal. Good for you for saying "NO" to her next presentation, silly woman.