Last week, mom came down to help take care of little Boyd
and the twiners while Candace finished up her undergraduate {congrats
Candace!!}. This was wonderful news for me because - other than being able to
spend time with my mom - I got to go to the eye doctor! A visit that has been in
the making for three years.
See for the past couple of years my eyes have started to burn
and itch uncontrollably. This misery also has an obnoxious side affect: my eyes
are consistently red. A fact that makes it hard to maintain relationships with
people who don't like hanging out with a red-eyed freak and ultimately results
in my overuse of red eye drops: not an ideal fix.
Anyhoo, I went. I can see. I have friends once again.
But that is hardly the point to this story. Mom and I did
more than just visit the Eye doctor {not that that isn't fun enough for both of
us...}. On Saturday, I wanted to plan a fun little trip and I
settled on going to Park City. A resort town known for its mining origins, fancy
stores, skiing enthusiasts, and overall cuteness. And as a special treat we
would go to the outlet mall rumored to be "right by" Park city.
The smart idea would have been to get directions beforehand
so we wouldn't spend hours yelling at my mom's gps...but I thought modern
technology would never lead us astray {HA!}. We found Park City main street
just fine and we spent most of the day walking up and down visiting the little overpriced shops.
Our personal favorite was the Rocky Mountain Chocolate store. Since this was the last stop on our little tour of the
town, we thought we would ask the store workers if they could direct us to the
outlet mall. This is when we met Little Billy, a nervous little fellow
estimated to be about 16, and Hans Hans, a German {this may or may not be their
actual names}. The interaction went as follows:
Me: {directed towards little Billy} Could you tell us how
to get to the outlet mall?
Little Billy: {whispering} Um...well, there's this street...mmmmm..and
you go on it and then, then there's Walmart... um... gulp so, ya Walmart.
Me: {My thoughts: ok little Billy, let's focus} I don't
know where Walmart is, sorry, could you explain it again?
Little Billy: {still whispering} um...ok...um, 7 Eleven
on right side....go go past...and um gulp...
And this is where Hans Hans came in...
Hans Hans: Outlet Store ya? Youa go downa the road and
it'sa at the end. Passa McDonalds and Walmart. {clearly my ability to write
accents is atrocious, but I do the best I can}.
Me: Um, is there any way we can get street names?
That seemed to really confuse them so Mom focused on
getting Little Billy to talk and I stuck with Hans Hans. For about 5 minutes I
nodded, mentally trying out a German accent, while mom had little success with
Billy.
We left the store 5 minutes late at a complete loss on
how to get to these elusive stores, but we had toffee so all was right with the
world.
I then texted my friend Jordan for directions. She told
us to go North. We didn't know where North was. So we turned to Mom's
"smart phone".
This trickster device found great pleasure in directing
us away from main street and then forcing us to take sharp turns and random one way streets up
the mountain and back down to main street. I threatened to toss the little cad
if mom didn't turn it off.
I called Jordan again. She gave us specific street
by street directions. Bless her. Apparently the Rocky Mountain boys were right
about it being near McDonalds, 7 Eleven, and Walmart. But they all left out one important detail: you must turn before you pass McDonald's. Failure to do so
results in entering the freeway, freaking out, and being forced into driving 10
miles back to Park City.
I think our time in the car was divided between angry
rants and uncontrollable giggling.
I say with great delight that we found the outlets.
Our little trip may have caused some unpleasant outbursts {gps and I still haven’t reconciled} but overall it was a wonderful day and I have cute discounted Banana Republic skirt to prove it.
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