101 Palpitations The Return Day 8 Calico and the villa

[rummy63]

Well we were up at 8 am this morning.

Al went for our complimentary coffee.

It tasted of rabbit droppings infused with marzipan.

Just in case you are wondering…………………

Yes

I have eaten marzipan for a dare when I was about eight.

Ready to go we nipped up to the supermarket and grabbed a banana and a coffee there.

There was nobody about and we found a small flag in the car park.

It said on it “Police Evidence Do Not Remove” it was just laid there so I stuck it in the table we ate at yesterday.

Made my day knowing I had burghered up somebody else’s day.

Since we couldn’t get into the villa until 4.00 pm there was no rush back to Vegas.

We stopped off at the Calico ghost town.

There was nobody in the hut to pay so we just drove in.

It was cute in its own way.




We spent a couple of hours there. I don’t know if there was an entrance fee but we paid to go down the mine and take a trip on the train so it could have been pay as you go.

Apparently the area is still full of silver but it is uneconomical to mine.

I wouldn’t go back but I was glad I went if that makes sense.

We carried on the Vegas road until we came to Peggy Sue’s for breakfast.





There was a bit of a queue but it gave us time to look around the shop that was attached.

The shop was fabulous, absolutely full of 1960’s tack.

No complaints with the breakfast it was excellent.

We then carried on to Vegas

What a monotonous road.

Knotty was driving and he drives at about 20 miles an hour.

Honest I think he took his test in a chariot.

Put it this way a bloke called Ben Hur was the examiner.

I don’t always mind because it’s in complete contrast to my Al who drives like The Stig on speed.

We stopped at the Primm Outlet for a quick look round and basically to break the tedium of the journey.

We had planned to go there on the last day and do the shopping, plus the chuckle brothers could play golf at the course there.

The skies darkened.

It was raining icebergs.

There was no point checking out the golf course the weather was dire and the bergs hurt.

We made our way to the villa in the hope that it would be ready.

It was.

I can’t describe how we felt when we first saw the villa it was beautiful.













I would like readers to take note of that vacuum thing in the pool.




It features in something that happened on the last day.

What happened was really, really, really funny (to some of us) it will be etched in my mind forever.

Really embarrassing for others it will be etched in their minds forever.

I have already written it up but can’t post until I have written the rest of the trippy up.

Our first job was to get the washing started and knock up a washing line in the garage.






Give the place a more homely feel.

I don’t know why villa owners don’t stick an airer or two in the garage.

There was a tumble drier but some clothes (like some people) are better hung out to dry.

Washing started we nipped up to Walmart for some provisions.

Walmart was heaving it was Labour Day.

Shopping done we left the Chuckle brothers to check it out and load the car.

Christine and I nipped back to the photo department to get a card for Christine’s camera.

As mentioned before there had been a bit of a domestic about the camera so we wanted to get the card on the quiet.

There was one girl Cyndi on the counter trying to stem the tide.

It was really obvious she had a clueometer reading of nil.

We showed her the camera and she chose the card she thought it was.

She suggested Christine pay for it, open it and if it was the wrong one she would take us to customer services for a refund. There was a huge queue at customer services and she would take us to the front.

Of course it was the wrong card.

Not wanting to be “rrsed” with us any longer Cyndi decided she didn’t have a card to fit the camera and summoned Danny to take us to customer services.

Danny took us to the queue and made as if to go off.

There must have been thirty people in that queue.

Thing was people were taking full trolleys back.

Now I have noticed full trolleys in the returns section at Walmart in Florida and I just presumed they just threw all the odd items in there.

No.

People actually take back full carts (that’s American speak for trolley).

Does that mean they call their trolley dollies cart tarts?

Anyway I digress if anybody knows why someone would want to spend their bank holiday in Walmart buying a cart load of shopping and then queue to return it please let me know.

I’m intrigued.

Danny pretended he didn’t understand and wouldn’t take us to the front of the queue.

Well I was livid we were tired, hungry and we knew that the Chuckle brothers would be doing their nut in the car.

Why would Cyndi ask him to escort us ten yards to the Customer Service queue?

Are we carrying white sticks?

No! .

Are we accompanied by Labradors?

No! .

I demanded that he bring the manager but he point blank ignored us and walked off.

I just knew it would take a massive tractor to plough the barren field in that one’s head.

Nip my hand?

I nearly gnawed it off.

I now know how that Boedicea felt before she had a go at the Romans.

Al came to look for us we told him to just go home start the dinner, put the shopping away, empty and reload the washing machine and we would let him know at what time in the morning to collect us.

We queued for 45 minutes and the 2 receipts verified this.

I asked the customer services rep Dorothy if I could speak to the manager but apparently all available colleagues were manning the check out. There was no point taking it out on poor Dot.

Back at the villa I wrote a stonking e mail to the store with the 2 receipt numbers.

The Chuckle brothers hadn’t known what to make for dinner so they had cooked practically everything we had bought.

We were meant to be having chicken salad and oven wedges, why they felt the need to cook eight pork steaks, a pound of sausages, hard boil a dozen eggs and oven cook a five pound bag of wedges is just beyond me.

My blood pressure was higher than Kilimanjaro.

Finally by about 9.00pm we were able to relax with drinks by the pool it was bliss.

[welshwiz]

What an interesting and eventful day what should have been a boring travel day had some cracking tales to tell - police crime scene flag Peggy Sue's looks good (I remember passing by and wish we'd gone in).

Villa looks stunning - is that a tv in the bath? I wonder what the story with the hose is? I've heard about cleaners taking back carts of unopened items left in villas - didn't think it could be so widespread in Vegas though?

[rummy63]

Originally Posted by welshwiz

What an interesting and eventful day what should have been a boring travel day had some cracking tales to tell - police crime scene flag Peggy Sue's looks good (I remember passing by and wish we'd gone in).

Villa looks stunning - is that a tv in the bath? I wonder what the story with the hose is? I've heard about cleaners taking back carts of unopened items left in villas - didn't think it could be so widespread in Vegas though?

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Yes there was a tv in the bath

The story with the hose is cracking

I wondered if the taking back of the shopping had anything to do with turning coupons into cash?

Thanks for reading

[ILoveDaveLamb]

cracking read. felt your pain in Walmart.

[Guest]

Eventful as always, great read

[letty]

Loving the walmart escapade

[Gill H]

Thanks, loving this as always.

[Nesbits]

Aw, we were in Peggy sues and doing this journey just a week ago! Cracking villa, where was it.

The Americans call drying your washing on a line the "old fashioned way", and you never see a washing line - strange to us Yorkshire folk.

Walmart sounds horrendous, and that is why I will never go in there. Have you seen "the shoppers of Walmart" on You Tube - another reason for avoiding the place.

[JudyC]

Your reports have cheered up a dreary Monday evening for me, can't wait for the rest

[Helen0705]

Thanks - brilliant as always !