“Well, then you probably want to start down...you know what? I’ll just give you the toll money.”
I could’ve kissed her. I probably should’ve offered to. They give me nearly enough for my tolls and I manage to dig the rest out of my car.
So, it’s been a long, difficult trip. All the people I met were very nice, even the ones who couldn’t help me, and I’ve now got this amusing story to tell.
Now for the tearjerker.

Chapter 2: Working in Virginia

Now, I live in Maine but signed up for the University of Virginia as my primary teaching location because I have friends down here, and when I got the job I had a girlfriend. She’s now, unfortunately, just a friend. I figured between her and my two other friends I could crash at one end of the state or another each weekend. But then she broke up with me and I signed up for weekend housing.
I decide to drive down on the 10th, camp starts the 11th and I can stay with a friend in Reston (Near D.C.) the night before, drive down in the morning, all will be cool, hip and groovy. I’ll be driving in nine states this trip. Nine long, boring states.
I had a loverly time the night before flirting with a german chick named Janina at some redneck bars in Maine and also hanging out with an old friend and an Irish chick and some Polish chick, too. They work with my friend, and he wanted to “introduce” the girls to America. And by that I mean he wanted to hook up with the Irish one. In a bad way. So I played wingman and had a good time. Hooray!
I get a decent amount of sleep, mom makes breakfast and I shower and head out. I had packed the night before, a rarity for me, and so could pretty much just take off at my leisure. I