The journey down south (pt. 3)

Nanny the dog
Look at that smile.

(Here’s part 1 and part 2.)

Day 1 (cont.)

After two hours of sitting out front of the car repair shop, my friends pulled up in their white Suburu. It was like they rode in on a white stallion to come and save me.

We hugged. They helped me with my stuff. And then I treated them to Waffle House—only the finest.

I had never been before. We each scarfed down our waffles and eggs. I started chatting with our waitress. She was working the graveyard shift and she told us her ex was on the run from the federal police.

“Wow,” I said. “Well…I sure hope they find him!”

“Thanks,” she replied. “I’ve always had great taste in men.” We chuckled and felt that was the right time to leave.

We took Nanny, their dog, for one last walk around the grass. Then we got in the car and finished the night-time drive.

It went by quickly. We hadn’t seen each other in person for many months so the conversation flowed. They told me about their plan to move back to Maryland this summer. I shared my events for the rest of 2022. They brought a small cooler of beer so the other passenger and I cheersed and sipped them.

We got into Asheville around 9pm. We were all tired from a day of driving. I thanked them profusely several times.

I unloaded my stuff and they prepared their pullout couch for me. Little did I know I’d have to fight for my spot.

Nanny the dog lying on a pullout couch
She’s a fierce beast.

It felt like my vacation had started. I was finally in Asheville. I was with my friends. We were laughing. I laid down for bed.

Now I just needed my car.

(Here’s part 4.)