So, as some of you know, my best friend's step-dad passed away from cancer this past week. I'm been friends with her for quite some time now, and know her family, so i made the trip from Charlotte to North Canton for the funeral this weekend. The general reason for this trip was rather depressing, but it did yield some rather entertaining travel stories.

1) i stopped off on two different exits to search for the A&W Root beer stand that was advertised on the side of the highway. Perhaps they should take some of the city stimulus money and update their signs, because i found no said root beer stand. TWICE! But I did find a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, so my world once again felt right.

2) Next stop was Princeton, West Virginia, where i stopped at the local BP for gas. Let me tell you, i'm not a huge fan of WV. Not to mention, they really pissed me off when they recently changed their state motto from Open for Business to Wild and Wonderful. Princeton really also needs to campaign for some stimulus money because their gas stations do not have pay at the pump service. I didn't even know this was an option. But its really annoying, because you have to walk in, give mr. mountain man "something to hold on to" in this case, my car keys, and then go pump and walk back in to pay. Annoying!

3) Right outside of charleston, WV, i found myself in need of a bathroom and food. So, I stopped at a gas station/subway. EWW, but you gotta do what you gotta do. But, I'm glad I stopped because I encountered the most retarded subway employees of all time! Let me set the scene, there are 4 people in line, and 2 people working the counter. Its 7pm. They're out of bread, imagine that, a subway out of bread. But, then the other worker points out that they do have 3 footlong pieces of honey wheat left. So lucky for me, im the 3 person in line. So i get my sub and i'm approaching the cash register when crazy west Virginia women comes running in the door and throws herself in front of me. With the most southern accent i've ever heard,

she says, "i need an application. I see you're hiring. Can you please give me a job?"

subway employee- "yeah, we're a real shorthanded right now, its just me and her working all basically all the shifts, but we're getting ready to hire four people probably tomorrow, so get your application in soon."

unemployed woman- "i live 5 miles down the road, i'm available at all times of the day, i need a job real bad, can i speak with the manager?"

subway employee- "i'm the assistant manager, but our hiring goes through our regional manager, you'll have to call her.

unemployed woman- whats her name?

subway employee- her name is sue, um, her last name is smith, no wait that was my last name when i was married this last time, her last name is jones. no wait thats not it, i dont know her name. (i mean shes only your boss)

unemployed woman leaves with promise of returning application in the early am, and subway employee goes, wow, i like her, she really made a good impression.

Me- still waiting to pay for my sub. I shall never return to that subway.

I wish I could make a living on people watching. I'm at Panera with JB right now, and the most annoying girl i've ever encountered is working the counter. Yesterday was her birthday, and she has a big order coming in. She's also VERY excited that today is valentines day, as she is wishing it to everyone who comes through her line. Wow, that roof is red.

There are a man and woman at the table next to us, and I'm not quite sure on the dynamic of their relationship, but if this is an outing with romantic intentions, dude may want to stop referencing his ex-wife, and what she expected out of him. I wonder if they can see my computer screen because there was suddenly a very long, very awkward pause.

To my left, there is an older gentleman who is talking on his cell phone while eating his pick two. He made a trip to Wooster this morning and found out the answer to a question that i've been asking my entire life. Do you want to know what an amish man wife buys his wife for valentine's day? A corn scoop. He found this information so pertinent that he called his loved on on the phone to tell them about it. WOW. Welcome to Ohio.

The women at the table behind me are talking about their children and their very demanding Jackson soccer coaches. You really should hear this, because they're talking about it like its life and death situation here. Very intense.

Well, loyal blog readers, (population- me) that is all for now.