Sunday morning we packed up and I drove Heather to the airport so she could catch her appointments in Phoenix. Afterwards I had a full day planned. First breakfast at Penny Ann's, then driving all over SL trying to get my headlight fixed, on a Sunday, in SLUT. Finally at the Pep Boys south of town a guy named Mark helped me out. Apparently he had worked 30 years in Hollywood on lighting and such, and he set me up in minutes. We didn't talk quite long enough to find out how he had ended up here.
I did a triple load of laundry at the neighborhood laundromat then hit Scheels. I was unfamiliar with this store but you can't miss it along the interstate. It's kind of an REI crossed with a Bass Pro/Cabelas, but employee owned. I like that, so I got some overpriced pants (tactical pockets!).
Down the road was a Costco so I had the tires topped up, filled the tank, and got another six pack of Mobil1 to feed the beast. The only alcohol I could buy on a Sunday in SLUT was beer with alcohol content less than 4%, so that's what I got. Even got a car wash to start rinsing off a few thousand miles of road grime. I had had designs on a pizza for dinner, but The Habit burger place across from Scheels smelled so good I couldn't resist. Then I was off to check into my new, and since I was now by myself, cheaper hotel.
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