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For the first time in weeks my blood sugar stayed put long enough for Patty and me to take a long trip. We went down into Mexico and across Southern California and had a blast! Great outing. Late evening caught us far from home, so we decided to spend the night in a motel.
We stopped in one of these Mom n Pop joints that generally has pretty decent rooms at a decent price. Patty and i went into the office together, and the elderly lady who ran the place must have been starved for someone to talk to, because she went on and on about everything under the sun. Then she got to the part about how immoral people are today and how she had to watch them like a hawk that people who weren't actually married to one another tried to rent a unit from her.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was busy filling out the little registration card. "Hey," I yelled at Patty, "this thing wants both our names. What's your name, anyway?"
The old woman spit her cigarette halfway across the room as her eyes went from smoke-induced slits to wide open in less than a heartbeat. She almost strangled on the smoke in her lungs as she snapped her head back and forth at both of us until she was dizzy.
I'm still not sure our reassurances that I was only kidding settled her nerves. The last I saw of her as we left the office, she was drinking cheap sherry straight out of the bottle, a sure sign of moral disintegration.
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