Since this was my maiden voyage, I left early to avoid any complications. I arrived 45 minutes before the driver was scheduled to be there, drove around the truck stop, but seeing no sign that he and his Covenant semi had also arrived early, I parked and waited.
The driver was now a half hour late. At 4:00 I texted Sara to be CERTAIN I am in the right location (a moderate-sized truck stop), and to verify I am looking for a semi with 'Covenant' on the side. She does not return my text. I drove through the truck stop again, just to be sure I was not missing something.
At 45-minutes past time, I CALLED Sara. She did not answer my call. This is NOT normal. I drove around the truck stop another time, again just to be sure. My stomach was starting to growl, but the only food off this exit is a McDonald's and, as I said earlier, fast food is NOT on my Real Food Agenda.
At an hour late, I called Randi (she had picked up last month), and she verified the semi does, indeed, say Covenant on the side, and added the fact there will likely be 2 people in the truck. A few minutes later she called back with phone numbers. So I called the organic grocery company, who gave me the number to the trucking warehouse, who gave me the truck driver's number, who chased the cat, who killed the rat, who ate the cheese... who didn't answer his phone.
Another quarter-of-an-hour later, the driver called back to say he'd had a breakdown (I assume he meant mechanical and not emotional). He had left a message with Sara earlier in the day, but she hadn't responded. He apologized, but said he wouldn't arrive for another 2 hours.
I was supposed to have dinner with my kids, as they were passing through town that night. I phoned them to say "that ain't happenin," as I won't be back to the house before at least 8:30.
I then called Mike to see if Sara is alive. She is. Her phone, however, is not. Seems their toddler had been curious to see just how much toilet water an iPhone could displace.
Now all the girls are texting and calling and wanting to know what time they can expect their healthy goodies, and I'm scrambling to return their texts, and all the while I'm stuck at this truck stop exit for another two hours waiting on my organic avacados and steel-cut oats and sweet potato crackers, which I should happily be snacking on at this point instead of listening to my tummy rumble.
Okay, I know you're starting to get bored with the story, but not as bored as I was... hang in there, it's about to get good.
Since I have time to kill, I look around for something - ANYTHING - to do besides languish in the van another 120 minutes, sweating and grumbling. It's 104 degrees in the shade - and there IS no shade - the only things that ARE here are the truck stop, an interstate, a McDonald's and a large tacky touristy gift shop. I don't need diesel, I'm not eating fast food, so "Eenie, meenie, miney... tacky gift shop!"
I spent an hour taking pictures of gaudy gadgets and sending them to my daughter:"Things I am buying for your house." I was especially fond of the 4-ft-tall-Mystic-Fairy-statue. This amused her somewhat and kept me entertained for a bit.
After strolling past the ceramics and do-dads and knick-knacks and bric-a-brack and CRAP that nobody should ever spend money on, I perused the candy aisle. Mmmmm.... gummy worms and orange marshmallows. I was starving now, as it was 6 p.m. and I hadn't eaten since my 11:30 bowl of field greens.
So, while I waited on my organic fruits and veggies and whole grains to arrive... I drove through McDonald's for some pink slime and a cup of sodium phosphate. Yeah, okay, it was delicious.
After a couple of minutes, my brain started to reason with me. "Steph, you've been here HOURS longer than you were supposed to. You have missed dinner with your kids. You are tired and hot and bored and there is a Covenant Truck parked back there, likely with your boxes in it! Go back there and ask!"
Naturally, he invited me up for a beer.