This afternoon, we both left work a little early to get a head start on our road trip up to Virginia. We set off around 4:30pm with the dogs in the back seat, and took a particular route (I-26W to I-81N) that Rachel's Dad said was only five minutes different than the one that we usually take (I-77N to I-81S).
Well, it was a comedy of delays this way, and every decision I made seemed to stretch out the time on the road. We stopped at the Cracker Barrel in Hendersonville, NC, and the Lady at the door told us that there was a 20 minute wait. I thought we could eat sooner than that by just eating somewhere further up the highway. But less than a mile further up the highway, it was full-stop bumper-to-bumper, and it took a while to get to the next exit. Then I figured that I had a hankering for Pizza, so we decided to follow the signs for Pizza Hut, which was three miles from the exit ramp. Then when we got there, we saw that there was all these little tykes and their parents running around having an end-of-season party for their soccer team. We were both hungry enough to settle in anyway, but it was a while till the pie was put on our table.
All told, it took about 6.5 hours what usually takes five. It wasn't the first time for the weekend that we were on the road longer than we thought we would be.
