I finally made it to the yard today. My alternator went south on me in SD and I had to rely on my generator to keep my batteries charged from there. I rolled into the yard with the genny running and promptly rolled into the shop.
Once they replaced the alternator I went to the hotel and after checking in (my frequent guest card was full so I got $40 off the rate) walked over to Applebee's for dinner and a couple of cold ones. It was an interesting Monday at Applebee's.
I received the usual welcome from the Applebee's crew and ordered some dinner along with my usual cold one. The bartender asked me how I was coming along with the hat I was making for her (almost finished), a few of the servers came over to give me hugs and ask how my trip had been, and the manager bought my beer. I felt quite welcomed and comfortable. Things kind of got weird from there.
At some point I met the bartender's boyfriend. He is a young, goofy looking kid who doesn't know which end of a ball cap is supposed to be in front. A server who I didn't think even knows I am alive came over to pat me on the back and ask how I was doing. I saved one (very good looking) server from dropping her drinks, and the very cute little redhead with whom I am in serious lust totally ignored me as usual.
The bartender once again mentioned how much I remind her of her father. She also complained about a headache. After a couple of questions about the location of her headache I had her come around the bar to my stool and I applied fingers to just the right spot at the base of her skull to relieve her pain. I've always had a knack for such things.
Since I was a kid I've had a talent for relieving other people's pain (never works on myself). I can actually raise the temperature of my hands and fingers, I've used a thermometer to verify this, and by applying them to the source of the pain points with a bit of massage I can make people's pain decrease a great deal. I don't really know how it works but I can always tell when someone's pain is decreased because it increases the pain in my hands and arms. When it stops increasing I know I have it all, or at least most of it.
She thanked me for taking away her headache with my massage technique, and said how much better she felt. She was a lot more chipper which told me she felt some relief. It was just muscle tension from what I could tell.
A former bartender came into the place and when she saw me she zeroed in and came over to give me a hug and tell me where she is now working. She insisted that I come to visit her at her new place. I promised that I would. She's quite cute so I am sure that I will. She told me all about the place and said that she was sure that I would like it. I told her that I would try to get over there the next time I am in town.
I really wish I was better looking. I can't imagine what things would be like if I was actually not ugly. LOL That's a joke folks. If I was actually good looking my ego wouldn't fit in a big rig.
I shot the shit with a few other people there before I decided that it was time for me to retire for the evening. I had meant to catch up my paperwork tonight but that never happened. I'll do it in the morning while having my coffee.
The tv is on the Sci-fi channel. Anime sucks.
I exchanged several emails with my oldest son yesterday after not hearing from him in over 10 years. It was extremely good to hear from him. He's attending college, majoring in psychology. I'm proud of him. He's also a computer geek ( like father like son I guess). My life changed a lot with that first email from him.
I did get a compliment from him when he asked what Linux distro I use and I replied that I use Slackware. It's an old school distro and requires a bit of knowledge to use. He told me that he was impressed and that he found Slack to be an exercise in 'frustration and masochism'. I just had to laugh at that as I find it quit logical and simple.
I haven't seen my three boys in about 11 years. I hope they've grown to be better looking than myself.
I spent at least part of my time at Applbee's drinking and trying to not think about my boys, much as I've been doing for the past 11 years. Since the emails I found it no longer works.
Some fathers are better than others.