Flake, Bone, Helen and I got acquainted with a really fun group of guys that worked for the telephone company. I felt very comfortable with them because at the time I worked for Bell Labs - back in the day before the split up of poor old Ma Bell. The Phone guys rented a chalet at Mount Snow during the winter and they would go up there to ski on weekends.
Somehow Flake got us invited so we began to make plans to go. Bone couldn't come, so it was just Helen, Flake and me. The other ladies were not working at the time because they were independantly wealthy. I on the other hand worked a half hour from my apartment. Usually I would be the driver but my car had bald tires. I tried to get one of the other girls to use their car - with no luck.
Finally the Friday came when we were supposed to go. Thanks to Mom Nature, it rained so much there were floods all over the area and my half hour drive home took two and a half hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I was beat, but I managed to collect myself, put hot rollers in my hair, and pick up Flake and Helen.
I casually checked out a map on how to get to Vermont because Flake said she had directions once we got to Vermont. Naturally I drove my bald tired car, and away we went. Flake rode shotgun and Helen and her bottle of blackberry brandy were in the back seat. They were bitching and moaning the whole way there because I got home so late. Helen wouldn't let me have any of her brandy, and I was not allowed to imbibe in any recreational drugs whatsoever. Good thing.
The Garden State parkway in New Jersey wasn't too bad, but once we got to the New York State Thruway, things got really ugly. It was so foggy it was like driving through a giant cotton ball! On the radio they announced not to go on the Thruway, the gov. declared a "State of Emergency" because of the fog and there were warnings not to drive. Then came the grumbling from the back seat because I was taking too long. I would have pulled over if I could have seen where "over" was. I had to follow the lines painted on the road and look out for other cars. To go over 25 would have been suicide.
Finally the fog eased up and the signs for Vermont started coming up. By this time Flake and Helen were sleeping. Finally after driving almost 9 hours since work, I woke up Flake and I said, "Hey, Flake, we're in Vermont, what do I do now?" She was still groggy, but told me "make a right." I stopped the car dead and looked at her and said, "I thought you had directions, I didn't know they were going to be "go to Vermont and make a right!!"
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