Sunday dawned rather over cast and foggy with a light drizzle falling. Not exactly the kind of morning I wanted to spend driving north in an unfamiliar rental van for 3 hours. But Kay and I had made plans to make our first antique buying excursion and I had scheduled a vacation day for Monday. At least we had no time constraints to deal with.
At this time of the morning traffic outside Kay's building was nearly non-existent so I hit the four ways and double parked.
"Good Morning." Kay said with a broad smile as she exited the front door before I could approach to buzz her apartment.
"Were you waiting in the lobby?" I questioned her as she walked toward me pulling one of those overnight bags on wheels.
"Yep, didn't want to keep you waiting." She replied.
Kay was wearing a snug pair of denim jeans a light blue turtle neck sweater and to my amazement a pair of white tennis sneakers. Her hair was pulled back and through the opening of the ball cap. Even dressed casual she looks very sexy.
I opened the side door of the van and took her bag laying it beside my own black leather shoulder bag then pulled the passenger door open for her.
As Kay climbed up into the seat I gave her butt a friendly little pat. "You look hot in jeans." I remarked.
Kay settled in and stretched the seat belt over her form. The shoulder belt nestled between her tits outlining their form even more.
The van had warmed up so I set the temperature about half way to hot and clicked the blower fan on low. "It should warm up in here in a little while." I mentioned.
"I need coffee." Kay replied.
"Yeah me too." I said then added. "And maybe a couple donuts also."
As I put the van in gear and began moving forward I asked. "How about Dunkin Donuts."
"Yes please I love their coffee and a cream cheese croissant would do me just fine." Kay replied.
Five minutes later we pulled into the drive thru at the Dunkin Donuts just before the entrance ramp to the interstate.
"Can I take your order please?" A voice with a heavy Indian accent said over the intercom.
"Two large coffees one with half and half and one black, a cream cheese croissant and three assorted donuts." I answered through the driver's window.
"Very good sir." The voice replied. "Please pull to the first window."
I pulled forward and around the corner of the building making sure to check my clearances as I did. I wasn't anywhere used to driving such a large vehicle so a little extra caution was called for.
The folding window beside me opened and the same voice this time with a face said. "That'll be thirteen eighty five please."
I handed him a twenty and kept my hand extended waiting for the change.
"Please pull to the next window." The cashier said handing me the change.
I pulled forward and was greeted by what I supposed was his wife. She had a dark red dot in the middle of her forehead and worn traditional Indian garb.
"Your croissant will take just a couple minutes." She said in an even heavier Indian accent.
I took the coffees and slipped them into the cup holders on the console and then reached for the small bag of donuts. "These fresh?" I questioned her.
"Made them myself two hours ago." She replied.
I put the bag on the floor between our seats and waited for her to finish Kay's croissant.
"I suppose I could have done with just a donut." Kay said.
I looked toward her and answered. "We're in no hurry."
"Want some music?" Kay asked as she reached for the radio controls.
"That would be great, see what you can find." I suggested.
As Kay searched for something besides church services on the radio I returned my attention to the Indian woman preparing her breakfast.
She was an attractive woman and I wondered if she had any kind of life besides making donuts in what was clearly a family run business.
I giggled softly as I thought of her jumping out from under her husband while they fucked and dashing off exclaiming "It's time to make the donuts."
She returned with a second small bag and as she handed it to me through the window I think she said. "Thank you very much please come again." But her accent had me stumped.
A minute later we were pulling onto the interstate and headed north on our first antique extravaganza.
"Hmmmmm that hits the spot." Kay remarked as she took the first sip of her coffee.
I set the cruise control for sixty and lifted my foot off the gas settling in for at least two hours on the interstate.
"Have you given any thought as to what kind of items we should be keeping an eye out for?" I asked
Kay took a second sip from her cup then slid it into the holder. "I was thinking maybe some really pretty lamps or vases or perhaps some old carnival glass that shimmers different colors under a light." She answered.
I looked toward her and said. "It doesn't sound like we really needed to rent this van if you're only looking for small items like that."
"Well ya never know what you might run into." Kay replied.
"I've seen some of that carnival glass on the antiques road show. It can be very valuable if it's in perfect condition." I remarked.
The rain that was falling when we first met that morning had begun to let up but the spray from every tractor trailer that pasted us and the fog required that I at least kept the windshield wipers on low. I kept a keen eye on the rear view mirror for approaching trucks because every time one when flying by the van wanted to be sucked toward the passing truck. Driving this van was completely different than driving my midsized sedan.
My coffee had cooled down enough that I could sip it without fear while I held the steering wheel with one hand. I asked "Can you spread a napkin out on the console so I have someplace to sit my donut?"
Kay helped me out with that then pulled a tasty looking French cruller from the bag. "How's this one?" She asked.
"Looks delicious." I replied as I reached over and broke it in half.
We were making progress and as we did we continued talking about all the possibilities for those higher priced items that would help Kay cover the rent increase her landlord was about to start charging.
After ninety minutes or so the fog was beginning to burn off and small patches of blue sky started peeking through the clouds. Even the road was all but dry.
"I'm beginning to see signs for antique shops." Kay said with a bit of excitement in her voice.
I had Goggled antique shops the night before and knew that the further north you went the more shops there were and in my mind more shops meant more competition for sales and lower prices so I was planning on another forty five minutes or so to get into the heart of antique country. But Kay seemed anxious to start shopping so I suggested. "Well if you see one you'd like to stop by let me know. After all we're in no hurry today."
"I wouldn't mind stretching my legs a little." Kay said.
"Well then keep your eyes peeled and we'll make a stop." I replied.
Kay smiled and answered. "Okeydokey"
A few miles further along Kay suddenly said. "Oh my god Allen look at that."
A small sign along the highway advertised would you believe "Kay's Antique Shop Next Exit."
"Well that's a no brainer huh?" I said.
Two or three miles further along I clicked the turn signal and pulled onto the next exit ramp without noticing what town this exit was built for. Down to the bottom to a "T" intersection in the middle of frickin nowhere. No sign directing which way to the shop, no sign indicating which way the nearest town was, nothing.
"Hmmmm, which way should I go Hun?" I asked.
"Got me." Kay replied.
"Well we got a fifty fifty chance of being right." I said as I pulled out and turned right.
A mile or so up the road we came upon a small service station. It looked like it had been there since the fifties. "Let's see if anyone here knows where Kay's Antique Shop is located." I remarked as I pulled into the station lot. "Might as well gas up here too since the price is pretty good." I added.
Coming to a stop beside the gas pumps I noticed they looked as old as the station itself.
"Must be in antique country Kay take a look at this relic they still use to pump gas." I remarked as I shut the engine off.
A moment later the door to the station swung open and a crusty old man began making his way toward us. His walk gave every indication that he either had back problems or had his hip replaced recently. His attendant shirt was oil stained almost everywhere and the ball cap he wore was tattered all the way across the brim.
As he finally passed in front of the van he looked toward Kay and kind of smiled through a scruffy beard.
"What'll it be?" He asked in a rather hoarse voice.
"Fill it please." I replied somewhat surprised that I'd actually stumbled onto a full service station out there in the middle of nowhere.
As this old relic walked toward the back of our van I opened the door and slid out following him slowly.
"Only got two grades, premium or regular?" He asked.
"Regular is fine it's a rental." I replied.
As he began pumping gas I leaned against the van and struck up a conversation. "How long you been here?" I asked.
He looked up at me and over the top rim of his eye glasses he answered. "Opened at five thirty today."
I laughed just a little then expanded on my question. "I meant how many years have you had this station?"
He smiled realizing he first answer was a bit silly then replied. "Starting my fifty eighth year next month."
It was no wonder the place looked so antique probably hasn't changed a bit since he first pumped gas at twenty five cents a gallon.
"First few years were pretty tuff, but when they finished the highway business picked up and I've made a good living here ever since." He remarked.
"Used to offer towing service but my back can't handle that kind of work any longer." He added.
"What brings you and your wife to this part of the state?" He asked.
I turned to face him and answered. "We're actually up here doing so antiquing but she's not my wife."
