Rapid fire snooze button, pack, dunkin, bank, car, figure out how to deposit check in an atm, bank, on the road finally. Bout an hour and a half later than planned, nbd. PA turnpike is loooooooooong. LD took some pictures, caught this place called Nickers & Neighs. FACT: they make pants for horses there. Get to Pittsburgh for lunch, eat at this super classy place called BAHAMA BREEZE. They accept gift cards from Red Lobster, boom. I couldn't find the number for the tremendously upscale RED ROOF INN where we had booked a room, so LD got on her iFin and outwitted those illuminati assholes who were trying to keep us down. She calls the place, confirms our reservation, says goodbye and DOES NOT HANG UP before saying, "Nice little Indian guy there." Facepalm. We get to Columbus where our RRI is located, and who should we meet but an Indian fella who smirks at us when we come in, but seeing how haggard we look takes pity on our racist bones, gives us our keys and implores us to "take some rest." Tight
