Monday, October 15, 2007

How Many Peachtree Roads ARE there???

Just returned from Atlanta for the annual World Partners Adoption family reunion.  We had a really good time catching up with old friends.  I drove down with friends in my van (as it had the built-in video player).  They brought along their nifty-thrifty GPS doo-dad.  In the middle of the night Friday night, as the car lay slumbering in the parking lot at the Hilton Suites on Peachtree Dunwoody Drive, some punk-o-matic decided that he/she liked the looks of that GPS doo-dad and decided that he/she was entitled to have it!  A quick jab to the rear window with a baseball bat or some other blunt object, the window shattered and the car was open!  The delicious GPS was pocketed and off they ran.  Probably was in a pawn shop before our sleepy little eyes opened to the rays of the early morning sunrise.

As to why my car alarm didn't go off?  Who knows.  Maybe it did, but someone heard it, cursed under their breath for it waking them up, put a pillow over his head and went back to sleep.  Who pays attention to those things anyway?  All they are is an annoyance.  And where was the burly security guard hired by Hilton to make sure all their guests' belongings are safe and secure?  Either he was "on break" or, closer to the truth, he doesn't exist.  The attitude I got from the front desk was, "Hm.  Sucks to be you!  Here's the phone book!"  No free breakfast, no coupon for the health club.  No fruit basket, nothing.  Zip.

We spent "45 minutes" (as promised) (which turned into 1-1/2 hours) in a nondescript industrial section of Atlanta, on some street named Peachtree Something or Other Avenue, I'm sure, getting the glass replaced in my van.  We made it to the reunion without any more diversions.  Had quite a nice time, actually.   We made it back to CLT in 3 hours (amazing how quickly you can get here without potty or dinner stops).  And may I highly recommend the Burger Barn in Cowpens, South Carolina?  The burgers are out of this world, but I would skip the chicken stew.  What do you expect from a town called "Cowpens"?


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