Really?

• Really? I'm driving along watching the Montana exit numbers dwindle down to literally zero and I am all excited to enter Washington State. Then I cross the border into... Idaho. Idaho? Really?? Crap. I don't know my US geography.

• Really? I've see pickups haul some impressive things while driving through the mountains: cars, other pickups, once there were three enormous rolls of hay (it looked more impressive than it sounds). But you can't really be serious when hooking that pickup up to the front of a semi - rig and trailer. I mean, really? I almost pulled over to watch.

• Really? "Oh goodie," I thought as I traveled through the Rockie Mountain 'variable speed zone' and got back into the 75 mph zone. "I can go faster! ... What?? I'm already going 88 mph. Really?? Fuck, now I actually have to slow down... Really?" 

• Really? "Buying a ticket for the ferry? the 5:30pm, right?" A quick look at the dashboard tells me that it's 5:22 pm - perfect timing to arrive at the Bainbridge Island ferry terminal. I pull into the waiting area and call my aunt's house to tell them I'll be on the 5:30 and arriving shortly. "You know it's only 4:30pm, right?" my cousin tells me. "Really??" Crap, I forgot about the new time zone.

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• Really? I just paid $2.75 for a Bud Light bottle in a bar in Portland, OR. Really? Now I know why Mary and Steve moved here!