There is an evil turnpike somewhere between #ginahascopanxiety and Edmond (is that right?) Oklahoma. It makes you pay, oh, about $1.15 in EXACT CHANGE every FEW MILES. Who the fuck? What the fuck? I don't know who invented this idea, but if I ever find out...
Anyway, every mile or so we'd see a sign and go rummaging through the car again, freaking out over the fact that we needed *exact* *change* again. The first sign, we threw together a whole bunch of sticky pennies from the center console. Nothing happened when we pitched it into the unmanned funnel awaiting everyone's disgusting monies. Nothing at all.
The sign said something to the effect of "If this doesn't work, go anyway, as long as you paid'. So we pulled forward and it went BUZZZZZZZ!!!, so Jeff slammed on the breaks. I gave my usual "Whatthefuck!!" squeal that I do when he slams on the breaks. So he said "What?!" and proceeded forward. We muttered back and forth about stupid machines and no one accepting pennies and hoping I didn't have to fight a fine later.
That's when we made it to Edmond, Oklahoma, just when we were at the last of our $1.15 exact change.
We met up with my favorite family in the world - the Kings. Long story straight, we were out to dinner, into bed, and leaving there by 6am to go to Nashville, TN.
