from the road. That’s my job. I’m a jack-of-all-trades only my name isn’t Jack. I was given this assignment earlier today. Here’s how it went down.
I knew it was a long drive to our destination (TBAI) and I wanted to get there fast! But I was told we were taking the scenic route. That means we won’t get there as fast but it should be filled with scenics. I was to be in charge of telling you all about it.
So far, I’ve seen barns, cows, little tiny towns, trees and old, very old, houses. I’ve seen them whiz by in a blur. So I decided to ask, “Am I, or am I not, supposed to be reporting from the road?” And the answer I got back was “Of course.” So I continued, “And are we, or are we not, supposed to taking the scenic route?” And the answer was, again, “Of course.”
I thought and I thought. Then I thought some more. I must have pondered things for at least one hundred miles from my perch on the dashboard. Finally, we stopped here.
This is the hallway in our hotel. I do not see any scenics, do you?
Then I poked you know who in the ankle and said “Hey, you gotta give me something to share or else I’m not much of a reporter.”
This is it.
They were getting ready to turn in for the night and I was just about to bust. “Hey, you two! Where are the scenics?! I want to show these fine folks in blogland some scenics.”
And just as the light went out, they said, “Tomorrow Sebastian. You will get to see some scenics tomorrow. Now sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
In the dark of the room, I shouted, “Bedbugs! This place has bedbugs?! What kind of joint is this?!”
Then I heard, “Goodnight Sebastian. You’ll get pancakes for breakfast if you are good.”
And that’s the way it is…
Sebastian signing off until next time.