I am at the library. I’m not sure how to get pics from my phone to the computer, so we will not have pics with this blog post.
I’m not having a very good day. I really want to get the hell out of Hot Springs, North Carolina….AWAY from ‘Elmer’s Sunnybank Inn’ and his vegetarian crapola meals. It goes much deeper than that, but Elmer was unnecessarily rude and confrontational. The incident was just the thing that made the dam burst. I keep crying in public places and I can’t stop.
Last night, I ate Elmer’s ‘Dinner’. He serves a vegetarian meal for an extra charge. The food was good, but the whole ordeal was awful. It was an introvert’s worst nightmare. We had to go around the dinner table, talk about ourselves, and then answer the ‘dinner question’ which was, “What would you take to a deserted island with you?” I was nervous. I don’t do public speaking. I prefer to converse in small groups. “Parties” make me nervous…so I barely spit out my answers in a coherent manner.
Those of you who know me, know how much I love my chickens, so naturally, I would take my chickens to a deserted island with me! Especially since they said it couldn’t be a ‘loved one’. Elmer said like Robinson Caruso, he would take ‘Friday’ with him. He broke his own stupid rule, because Friday was a freaking person!
Anyway, it was hard enough for me to do that stupid exercise and talk about myself in front of the group, but then when I said, “Chickens” some hiker said, “Chickens are dumb.” I told him that was a misconception. Anyone who has seen a mother hen hatch and raise chicks cannot say that chickens are dumb. They are incredibly smart!
This same guy droned on and on and ON about himself and all of his accomplishments, dominating the conversation. (This is why I prefer to have one-on-one conversations with a few people at the most.)
Anyway, this same guy came to me this morning while I was checking my email in the hallway (the Wifi is crappy at Elmer’s and he even made a stupid print out asking people not to spend too much time on the freaking internet! I DON’T EVEN HAVE CELL SERVICE IN THIS TOWN! I CAN’T EVEN CALL MY HUSBAND!! MY MORAL SUPPORT! Of course I’m going to be on the stupid internet ‘talking’ to people who love me, or like me, or at the very least tolerate me.)
So this guy (because he wanted to leave early) asked me to mail some of his stuff home, and also, to pick up a package that had not arrived and forward it for him. He was going to leave money, but didn’t know if it was going to be enough! I was already pissed off at him, because he had said chickens were dumb, so I refused. Maybe I’ll go to hell for that, I don’t know, but I would never ask someone to do that. I would stay another day and take care of my own business. But no…he was too full of himself and his own self-importance, that he couldn’t be bothered to either stay another day, or leave late, and take care of his own crap. I’m sorry…but that pisses me OFF!
I had arrived at Elmer’s a little early yesterday. Elmer’s ‘helper’ let me move in a little early because I was just sitting on the porch waiting. Soup Spot, had coincidentally, been at Elmer’s the night before, and she is my roommate there. The helper gave me the tour of the place, told me the rules, and told me about signing up for supper and breakfast if I wanted it. I knew that already, because I had stayed at Elmer’s in 2016, though I didn’t eat, because money was tight then.
So after the tour, I immediately came downstairs to get my backpack from the porch, and signed up for both breakfast and supper. (You have to go through the kitchen to get in and out of ‘Elmer’s Sunnybank Inn’.) I had to pass the sign up board (a dry-erase board) to get to the stairway.
This morning, I was patiently awaiting coffee and breakfast (I admit Elmer puts on a nice spread and is an excellent cook). Finally, the ‘gong’ sounded and I came downstairs. Thank God, too, because I had almost passed out from hunger!
I got coffee…practically inhale it. Got another cup while waiting for him to tell us we could begin. (It’s a big production. Supper was 4 courses.) As I sat there inhaling my coffee, and waiting for it to kick in so I could think, I was vaguely aware of some conversation about Elmer’s helper not having a place setting. Soon, Elmer came in and said, “Someone is here who didn’t sign up.” We are all looking at each other like,”It’s not me, I know I signed up.”
So he said, “I’ll go get my board.” So he called out everyone’s name like he was taking a roll call, and I wasn’t on there! I’m sure I signed up to both at the same time. I would have plead innocent, at the risk of getting the electric chair, even if I could have gotten off with life in prison if I plead guilty. I was THAT sure I had signed up! I certainly wouldn’t be so bold to sit down to breakfast if I hadn’t signed up. I had even declined breakfast with French Toast and Bear Box (Soup Spot was coordinating) because I was looking forward to Elmer’s stupid vegetarian breakfast. Soup Spot and I had talked about having breakfast the next morning and how we were looking forward to it.
So when my name was not called, Elmer said, “Normally, I would make you leave, but I’m not going to ask you to leave this time.”
I told him I was sure I signed up! I was having a hard time holding it together. I said, “No. That’s okay. I’ll leave. May I take my coffee?” (Like HELL I’m going to stay after his big, awkward production in front of everyone!)
Elmers helper came after me and asked me to stay. I was already bawling by that time and told him no. His helper was very nice, but I couldn’t hold it together.
DON’T MESS WITH A HIKER’S FOOD, MAN!!!
I went to the diner across the street. I saw several people I know and couldn’t even talk to them. Saw Bear Box and French Toast, too. I was crying so badly, I couldn’t even tell them what happened. The waitresses were extra nice to me. I knew if I tried to talk I would sound like some incoherent monster due to my sobbing. You would have thought I cut off my finger or someone died!
I had bacon and eggs at the diner. To hell with Elmer’s vegetarian meals!
I know I am over-reacting, but I can’t help it. It was like a hole in the dam and everything has begun to spill out and it’s flooding my world. It’s probably not even about this incident so much, but I’m tired, and sore. I know you all probably think I am going to hell because I did ‘potty mouth’ in this blog post, and have an un-Christian attitude, but I already feel so tired and ‘spent’. I’m not handling the trail and it’s physical rigors very well. I’m tired already of the cold and this psycho back and forth weather!!! I got sunburned on my race into Hot Springs. I think it was an 18 mile day. I had to set up a tent at the other hostel here. No bunks available. It was an impromptu decision to go the 3.5 miles into town, since I had arrived there at the last shelter at 2:30. I didn’t want to sit there and twiddle my thumbs for the rest of the evening in my tent thinking about ‘real’ food.
The other hostel is a party hostel. People stayed up late. There was a long line for laundry. I didn’t finish until 9:30 pm. It rained early morning, so I had to pack up a wet tent.
I could use some prayers. I don’t feel in control of myself right now. I was disturbed to find out when I weighed at Elmer’s that I have already lost 7 pounds, and I’ve been trying so hard NOT to lose weight. I’m only one month in to this hike.
Rebound (Hardy har-har…I’m not even deserving of this name.)