Lowest optioned mopar you’ve seen
I had a dodge neon too. It had "paint delete" and "head gasket delete". Like most of the early ones the paint peeled off in sheets and they blew head gaskets.
i think she went through several transmissions in that car too
come to think of it, one of those head gasket deletes happened while we were dating
she was supposed to pick me up at the airport in chicago
i musta been 17, 18?
anyways, i land, get off the plane and get all my stuff and head out to meet her
well, she aint there
so i mozy on over to this device, how do i explain this to you guys
its like a coke machine right, you can put money in it, and its got buttons you push
but instead of selling you a coke, it takes your money and allows you to make a phone call
it was called a payphone, and back then they were pretty common
so i drop a quarter into it and call her
she explains to me the dodge died and she cant come get me, but not to worry i can catch a greyhound
ok, no problem, ill ride a dog there, what do i know?
so i mozy on over to ground transportation and find a desk called "greyhound" and i explain to the lady how i need to find a way to Holland.
she says, Holland the Netherlands?
no, i just came from there, i need to get to Holland MI
(hilarity all around)
she says, ok, we got busses running that way all the time, in fact the last one tonite leave at 7.30 PM
cool, that'd be great, if it wasnt 8.03PM right now
what time is your first one tomorrow?
so i get a ticket for that one, go back to the phonecal vending machine and explain everything, no worries, she'll pick me up at the bus station
ok, its about 8.45 now, i got nothing going on, untill tomorrow morning, ill go find me a bite to eat and a place to sleep
i dont know if your familiar with a pre-911 o'hare airport, but even then it was not an oasis of rest for weary travelers
i couldnt find anything that looked comfy
finally i found a lobby in one of the terminals that had shag carpet
woohoo, this is as good as its gonna get
so i put my suitcase down as a pillow, lay my weary head to rest and im dead asleep
long before morning, im awakened by a tapping off my shoe, which turned out to be a member of the Ilinois state police (or so i remember, the details were kinda foggy since i jut woke up, but picture a white version of major Payne, and you're pretty close)
"if i didnt know vagrancy wasnt allowed in the airport?"
so i explained to him, in not a vagrant, just a weary traveler waiting for my buss out of here
of course, he didnt believe me (nevermind the suitcase and the broken english) and he took me down to a lower lever of the airport where they have a vagrant processing and detainment center
i get finger printed, my passport gets checked, my ticketstub investigated and i get determined to be...a weary traveler waiting on my bus out of there
(i know, at this point i was surprised to find that out too)
so now the officers tone changes, but not much, and i get issued a permit, and this here permit gives me official permission to spend the night at the 0'hare airport, but it expires when my bus leaves at about 8.00 AM
so they put me in a room down there and i go back to sleep for a few more hours, grab some breakfast and get on my bus, oh a full 20 minutes before my permit expired and rode that greyhound for nearly 5 hours, sitting next to a gentleman whom i would later recognize as John Coffey from the Green Mile, who oddly enough had a dime stuck in his ear (i never did work up the courage to ask him about it)
if i never mentioned it before, thanks Ma, for the great adventure
