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First impressions of Dickson, Tennessee

Dickson is not so much a town as a stretch of road. And, not so much "road" as "interstate highway". There are no crosswalks to be found.

The economy appears to consist of selling cars to the residents.

I was told there would be cows, and a Walmart.

I have found the Walmart.

Visually, it's quite nice. No vibrant colors, but a wide variety of subdued ones. I can't take two steps without seeing an amazing texture I could totally use later, if only I'd remembered to bring the digital camera.

Walking down a side-road, I nod acknowledgement to a passing car. The driver nods back, taking me completely by surprise. I don't believe that's ever happened before. One has to wonder why I habitually greet people in situations where they've always ignored me, or why this didn't strike me as odd until it finally worked.


Fun stuff at the airport:
  • Something in my laptop looked funny in the XRay, prompting security to pull it aside and check for radiation.


  • There were two people being helped at the information booth, and an old man waiting a few steps behind them. I wait behind the old man. The two people conclude their business and walk away. One of the booth personnel leaves to go home, and the other makes a phone call.

    We wait.

    The phone call ends. We are not called forward to the booth.

    More people line up behind us.

    The old man grows flustered, agitated. He's clearly angry, but won't step forward without an invitation.

    Someone approaches from the side, doesn't see our line, and simply asks their question. Question is answered. They leave.

    The old man is now beside himself. I walk around him, and ask the attendant to help this poor man before he has a stroke.

    Punchline? He didn't need any help. That was the pilot.

    Not sure what's up with that. But he didn't end up killing us all, and that's always a good thing.


  • As the plane descends, I think "I am far away now." Then "What? No. I'm right here." and finally "Who are you talking to?"
That's it for now. Maybe tomorrow I'll explain what I'm doing here. =)

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winterlady
Mar. 14th, 2004 08:54 pm (UTC)
As the plane descends, I think "I am far away now." Then "What? No. I'm right here." and finally "Who are you talking to?"

HHGTTG, by any chance?

self
Mar. 15th, 2004 06:12 pm (UTC)
It's been about 15 years since I've read Hitchhiker's Guide. Used to be a favorite, though. Can't say it'd surprise me if something like this were in there.

But, no. That was my real train of thought. I'd been awake for too many hours, with the packing and the tying up of loose ends...
20three
Mar. 14th, 2004 10:39 pm (UTC)
you have my attention
what are you doing in Tennessee? I went to college in Knoxville, Tennessee. It's a friendly state...just a little too closed-minded for my tastes.

enjoy the south!
self
Mar. 15th, 2004 06:40 pm (UTC)
Explanation still pending. You should appreciate the answer when it comes, though. =)

Cranking out a project right now - if it goes smoothly, I'll be able to post more tonight.
bugfish
Mar. 15th, 2004 04:29 am (UTC)
I usually think unusual things as the plane descends, too. Like, "We didn't crash. We didn't crash. We didn't crash. Boy, it would suck if we crashed at the last minute."
self
Mar. 15th, 2004 06:36 pm (UTC)
I had that last thought as well.

I think it's necessary in order to counter our jinxing the landing with "we didn't crash" in the first place.
pottertilly
Mar. 15th, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC)
Glad you made it there safely! Thanks again for loaning us all those DVDs!
"Firefly" rocks!!!
self
Mar. 15th, 2004 04:33 pm (UTC)
It really does!

I'm guessing you watched the second episode, then. Just to warn you, the third one may be a bit more intense than you're used to. It'll lighten up again after you get through that.
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