Our plan for our day off this week was to go to Kanab, Utah with our good friend, Gaelyn to shop for groceries, peruse the thrift stores, and eat some tacos at the local Mexican joint. The plans changed abruptly during the night, after my late night trip to the bathroom was interrupted by a puddle of water in the floor, leaking from a broken valve at the top of the toilet.
So, instead of Kanab, we wound up going to St. George to buy a new toilet. As if that was not enough of a “crappy” day, when we stopped for breakfast at Jacob Lake Inn, both FabGrandpa’s and Gaelyn’s breakfasts included burnt sausage. Now, we have eaten at this place on almost every trip down the Kaibab Plateau in the last three seasons, and have always gotten good service and good food. But today, we couldn’t get a refill on our coffee, and when after the waitress returned the sausage to the kitchen, we never saw another one. And Gaelyn’s scrambled eggs were nauseatingly runny.
FabGrandpa rarely complains in a restaurant, and it is even rarer for him to send food back. But when something is burned, he is not that tolerant. So, when the waitress finally came back to bring our check, he told her to adjust it to take off the two burned sausages and the scrambled eggs. And she said, “I can get you some more sausage.” No, breakfast is over. Move on.
We got back on the road to St. George, and when we arrived at the RV parts store, we bought our Thetford Aqua Magic V Foot Flush Toilet and were on our way very quickly. We decided to go to Red Robin in Washington City for lunch.
We were seated right away, and our drinks and appetizer ordered. When the waitress brought our drinks to the table, she spilled an entire glass of water on Gaelyn’s side of the table, and an entire glass of Coke right in FabGrandpa’s lap. Now, it is a wonderous thing that FabGrandpa had a very good sense of humor about that, as his pants and underwear were soaked with ice cold liquid. He was making “cold nuts” jokes, and talking about people being able to hear him walk to the restroom because of his “sticky balls”. The manager of the place did come out and tell us he was going to comp the appetizer because of the “unfortunate turn of events.”
After lunch, we headed for Hurricane, Utah, to Wal-Mart, to buy our groceries, then back up to the North Rim to go home. We decided to stop at Jacob Lake Inn again to get a milkshake, which is a sort of ritual with us, as there are not many places to get ice cream up here, and they are pretty famous in the area for their milkshakes. I ordered FabGrandpa’s ‘regular chocolate double raspberry” and my “thick chocolate raspberry” shakes, and waited for them to be prepared. When the clerk delivered them to me, FabGrandpa’s was a “vanilla double raspberry.” I was almost afraid to give it to him.