Photo: Molly with our make-shift bedI knew that we wouldn't have a bed to sleep on the first night. But that was okay, I had a plan. I had what I thought was a foolproof plan. But like most foolproof plans it failed miserably.
I would bring an air mattress with me, and pack the air pump in the boxes I was shipping ahead of me. They said that the boxes needed 5 days to ship, so I gave them 7, and I checked the bus depot in Kitchener was open till 8:30, so we'd be in town with plenty of time to pick-up the packages.
But nothing ever goes as planned. When I stopped by the bus depot the woman at the counter claimed to have never heard of my boxes. I tried to conger up the box by describing it in greater detail. Then the other woman walked by and said, "Gee your name sounds familiar... isn't that big box over there for you?" The other woman looked annoyed and said, "Well, yes, but just the one, so I can't give it to her. We have to wait till they both arrive." Now since I had already paid for the boxes it seemed a little odd that she wouldn't give it to me. After much pleading they gave me the box, too bad it didn't have the air pump in it.
The next day we were looking in the Salvation Army when Rachel found a small air pump. She stood there, with big puppy eyes, pleading for me to buy it so that we wouldn't have to sleep on the floor again. She reminded me that it was the first thing she'd asked for on the trip. The puppy eyes worked, but I suggested we call the Depot first and see if my other box had arrived yet. It had, we were saved.
Sort of. That night we discovered that the air mattress was broken.
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Wow. That's what I have to say. Only you.
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