As mentioned last night, I spent the day on the Road to Customerville. Well, actually, I spent 6 hours on the road, 3 there and 3 back, plus a little over 5 and a half actually on-site working.
Yes, it was a long day.
During the course of that long day, I managed to learn something. Foremost on that list is that it’s not all that much fun to spend the same amount of time driving to a place in central Ohio as you actually spend at that place.
Yes, sometimes getting there is half the fun. And, honestly, since we took the countryside-tour of middle Ohio (so I could pick out a remote, small-town estate in which to live after I become a famous author), getting there was actually well over half the fun. It was lovely tour of quaint small towns and farmland. The working and driving back, though? Not so much entertainment.
As an added bonus, the largest of the quaint, small towns was stricken with a complete power outage this afternoon. And I’m not talking the kind of power outage where the lights flicker and the paranoid run for their supply of beans. I’m talking about the type of full-blown, no-electricity-for-5-miles kind of outage that has every mom-and-pop business on Main Street close up early. And I mean every last one, including the tiny little dance studio, the corner bar named only for its founder/proprietor, and the drug store with the pharmacist who could (but thankfully doesn’t) identify every soul in town by STD as well as how that affliction progressed through the population.
Yep, it sure was a cute little town when we drove through it on the way there. On the way back, however, when we were all ready to put our feet up and spend some quality time with the family, well, it wasn’t quite as inviting. In fact, it was 12 full blocks of four-way stop lights with no power whatsoever. Yes, that means 12 blocks of waiting for the car in line before you to finally roll through an intersection so you could come to a complete stop long enough to allow cross traffic to make their way through. 12 long blocks of stop-and-go, stop-and-go, following what seemed like every other human in town on their way home, one agonizing four-way at a time.
Thirty-five minutes later, we finally left the town it should have taken five minutes to visit.
Yep, it sure was quaint; come to think of it, perhaps a little too quaint for me.