Pulaski County

As we were enjoying our wonderfully delicious meal at the Brick and Spoon, Heather remembered that on a previous trip through Tupelo, we had eaten at the Neon Pig and thought maybe it might be near by. Sure enough, it was only 200 feet away. So after finishing our meal, we walked on over to the Neon Pig. They serve food, but also have a wide assortment of jellies, jams, pickles, and meats for sale. We found a jar of Autumn Pear Preserves and a jar of apple butter. We are very particular about our jams, we like them to be loose. So many jams have so much pectin that they are as solid as a cow pie in winter. We much prefer a more springtime consistency. Anyway, we got are our jars and went to the cashier. She had lovely blue hair and regaled us with how she took some pear butter, blended up with fresh pears and peaches, and then spread that over cheese cake. I asked if we could come live with her, and while she was pleased at the attention, the thought of two more mouths to feed convinced her to thank us, but also, it was not meant to be.

About 30 minutes later we stopped for gas, as you can well imagine is something we do fairly often. I was excited to see that they had ethanol free gas. I got out my wallet, got my credit card …. uhhh …. looked for my credit card…. uhhh…. looked again…. uh, Heather…. uhhh…. my credit card isn’t here, can you check. Well, she took everything out of my wallet, “nope, it isn’t here”. I take every thing out of my wallet, nope, still not there. Hope springing eternal, Heather again removes everything from my wallet, again not finding the errant card. Me, not trusting myself or Heather, checks my wallet contents again.

I know the last place I used the credit card, the Neon Pig. I try to remember where I put the credit card after paying for the jams, but draw a blank. Note to self in the future, never have a conversation while paying for something. Focus only one the credit card! So I call the Neon Pig to have them cut up the credit card. But the nice lady says “sorry, no credit card here.” Oh poop, it must be some where! I’ve already searched through my pockets, but I search again. I consider having Heather search my pockets, but decide it would either look like the police were frisking me or someone would call the police because they though lewd acts occurring.

Well, nothing to be done but call the credit card company. A very nice lady named Maria in LA cancelled the credit cards and is Fedexing new cards to us at Lawrence KS KOA on Saturday.

So another adventure, this one with a happy ending. It will be if the credit cards get to us on Saturday.

One might think that this trip is cursed, but these misadventures are the spice of our journey.

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