Hello … it’s me!!
We awake, waiting for a 10:00am call to stage our vehicle for a new air conditioner. The call comes in at 8:45am!
Mom and Dad and I anchored our traditional spot in the Winnebago Customer Service waiting room. I had conversations with a handful of pups. I title this one “Are you installing a partial sine wave inverter or modified sine wave inverter?”
I title this one “Don’t worry, your transmission problem is covered under your extended warranty.”
My expectations of the day were thoroughly exceeded. Want an example? One of those outstanding Winnebago Customer Service employees was caught randomly handing out dog treats!
I know, I know, you’ll say “You don’t need a treat, just look at you!”
Trust me, it would have been rude to turn down such a delicacy, #amirite?
Four hours after turning over our RV, all requisite repairs were completed and we were on the road again at no charge! As Dad said … “this may well be the happiest day of my life, seeing that I’ve never had my expectations exceeded like this before“.
Mom and Dad were desperate for food that didn’t come out of a vending machine, so they supped at the highest rated Mexican Restaurant in all of Forest City.
After lunch, Mom wandered around town, checking out the sights.
I looked for threats … like rusted metals.
Ok … look at this “concept photo” where you see my reflected magnificence smelling out nearby rusted metals in the city square. Anytime you get two of me in a single image you are exceeding expectations!!
But the featured event of the day was yet to come. Here’s a hint!
Yes, Mom and Dad toured the SPAM Museum … the cultural Mecca of Austin, Minnesota, and I got was a lousy SPAM doll that I ripped the stuffing out of.
Soak it in, pups. Soak it in.
Did you know that SPAM is made, in part, with Potato Starch? #themoreyouknow
Did you also know that 90% of all SPAM consumed during World War II was consumed by US and Allied Soldiers? Now THAT’S the taste of freedom!
Dad purchased about sixty dollars worth of accessories and a $2.50 mini-canniser of SPAM. We can only dream about the morning he tries to fry that up in the rig.
Later Mom and Dad drove to La Crosse, WI. We progressed down the “Mississippi Mountains” …
… and largely missed our opportunity to clearly articulate our arrival in Wisconsin.
Mom and Dad decided to sup at a Supper Club called “Digger’s Sting”. Again, soak it in, pups.
And that’s the kind of lighting you can enjoy at high noon or closing time.
Remember, the traditional Wisconsin Supper Club Experience (WSCE) requires a drink at the bar before dinner …
… followed by a meal that costs around $8 and fills three or four plates. By the way, the butter toast was soaked with … wait for it … wait for it … BUTTER! And just in case that wasn’t enough, the establishment offered … wait for it … wait for it … MORE BUTTER!
After toast and a salad (#frenchdressing), dinner arrived.
There are +/- 300 Supper Clubs in Wisconsin. We have ten or fifteen days to explore all of them. If we can pull this off, we’ll be exceeding expectations.
P.S.: Posts will be lean over the next few days as our schedule is thoroughly consumed with visits in Southern Wisconsin.
P.P.P.S.: A quiz question for you … if you’ve listened to 8 hours of an 11 hour audio book, are you obligated to listen to the final three hours, or can you abandon the book?