JULY 17, 2012 - TIPS FOR A
TRAVELING MUSICIAN
Here then, are a few rules of the road for
the inexperienced traveling musician:
You do have to pay speeding tickets you
acquire in states and provinces other than your own. The days when states couldn't share each other’s information are long gone, along with 49
cents/gallon gas and cigarette jingles. I would also strongly discourage trying
the line: “I’m sorry officer. I’m from . . . (Texas, Nevada, Germany,
etc). I think our speed limit is higher there.” Not only will the officer
think you’re insulting his/her intelligence, he may also hate Texas, Nevada
or Germany, and possibly every other place you've ever driven a motor vehicle.
Also, keep in mind that you’ll have to pay speeding tickets you pick up in
foreign countries too. Those pesky cameras are common in some countries, and
trying to reason with one of them is pretty fruitless too.
If a sign by an exit
advertises gas, food, and lodging, but you don’t actually see any gas, food, or
lodging from the highway, it isn't actually there. It’s a cruel trick to make
you drive into their struggling downtown and gaze at their nicely decorated but
completely closed gas stations. There’s some logic to this rule too: if you had
a business that was less than half a mile from a four-lane highway, wouldn't you make sure it was visible? I know this isn't very mystical of me, but in
this case, if you can’t see it, it doesn't exist. Drive on to the next exit.
If you’re at a Waffle House (and if you’re driving through Texas, this is inevitable) and you receive bad service, simply walk over to
the jukebox and play $5.00 worth of Waffle House songs. This is worse
than giving a bad tip, so only resort to this if they’re incompetent and rude. Do this right before you
leave, but stick around long enough to hear “Special Lady at the Waffle House.”
That song makes me cry.
If you book a hotel room
online, the rooms will never look as good as the pictures, so gauge
accordingly. It’s roughly the equivalent to the scale used to determine’s
someone’s attractiveness based on their Facebook profile picture.
In general, unless you’re
some kind of miracle worker with the “malted waffle” iron, the complimentary
breakfast at most road hotels is a reminder that you get what you pay for.
Do not eat Chinese food at
a truck stop.
Do not order Mexican food
from any server who can’t pronounce “quesadilla.”
When driving through Dallas-Fort Worth, spontaneously cut across three lanes of traffic for no reason,
without signaling. Otherwise they’ll know you’re from out of town.
Do not drive in San Antonio,
except between the hours of 1:00 and 4:00 a.m.
The
voice on your GPS isn't a real person who has ever driven where you’re going.
He or she could be wrong.
Airport
security is a breeze: All you have to do is remember to have nothing in your
pockets if you’re going through the full body scanner, but keep paper in your
pockets if you’re just going through the regular metal detector; remove your
laptop from its case and keep it by itself in its own tray (usually); remove
your shoes and place them in a separate tray (though other items are now
allowed in that tray), except in Canada, where shoe removal isn’t required, unless
it’s a U.S. bound flight; you no longer need to show your boarding pass, until
you get to the gate, and you won’t need ID at the gate if it’s a domestic
flight, unless you’re in Canada, where you need ID at the gate and you should
show your boarding pass at security; remove your jacket and remove your belt,
but keep watches and glasses on, although you’re permitted to remove them. No
liquids or gels are permitted, unless they’re less than 3.4 ounces per
container, and all containers fit into a 1 quart clear plastic bag (that has
never been used to freeze salmon); that bag must be removed from you carry-on
bag. Christmas snow globes are prohibited (this is because a hijacker might
attempt to hypnotize the pilot with it). Once you’re past security you can
bring as many gallons of liquid in the plane as you can carry. Got all that?
Also, don’t make jokes about terrorism, bombs, or Cat Stevens, or you could be
thrown into airport jail and be forced to drink everyone else’s confiscated
liquid.
Don’t ever try to
reevaluate your life while wandering bleary-eyed through a gas station
convenience store at 3:00 a.m.-AND DON'T EAT THE BISCUITS AND GRAVY!
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