When you're closer in height to the dwarf skeleton to the normal-sized skeleton ...

[apocalypsos]

... that's a little sad.

So, yes, there was a visit to the Mutter Museum and it was wicked creepy and cool. Personally, I kept wandering back to the deformed fetuses because the afflictions are really interesting. On the other hand, the funniest part was when I was standing there looking at the huge ovarian cyst and the woman standing next to me just casually said, "Mine wasn't that big." Heh.

We also stopped and got cheese steaks because ... well, it's Philly, you can't leave without a cheese steak, right? Of course we ordered them at a place that says they're six inches long but apparently counts that length in cock-measuring inches, because the sandwich I got was definitely twice that size.

Anyway, then we got on the road to go back home and it takes three hours to get back from Philly to here. I go to sleep in the backseat (I get carsick sometimes and that usually helps) and when I wake up Dwayne and Shawn, the two guys from work I went with, are sitting in the front making comments like, "Just keep going, we'll find Allentown eventually."

Now Dwayne had been the one driving and he'd made a few wrong turns on the way down, to the point where it took us six hours to get there. (Then again we stopped for an hour at Cracker Barrel to eat breakfast and buy obscene amounts of candy we didn't need.) The drive down had been punctuated with moments like this:

Me: "Okay, you want to make a left turn right here."
Dwayne: "Okay." *makes right turn*
Me: "No, Dwayne, your other left."
Dwayne: "No problem, I'll just turn us around." *drives two more exits before turning us around and getting us lost all over again*

Anyway, I wake up to find that Dwayne had somehow made a wrong turn somewhere and decided instead of turning around to just keep going until he saw something he recognized. The highway he was on was eastbound. Uh, Scranton's north, m'darlin'. Know what this means? GO UP.

Finally, once we saw a sign that said, "Last Stop in PA," he stopped at a gas station and let me get a road map to navigate. I hate to be a shining example of the cliche that boys are too dumb to stop and ask for directions but, COME ON.

Yeah, Dwayne's never driving us anywhere ever again. Heh.

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[spn-snark.livejournal.com]

I hate to be a shining example of the cliche that boys are too dumb to stop and ask for directions but, COME ON.

On a road trip to visit family in Virginia, my ex managed to miss an exit, overshoot DC, and land us in the middle of a state park in Maryland. When you miss the beltline and pass a sign that says *DUCK CROSSING*, you know you're in trouble.

So yeah. Cliche, but true.