My Feet Hurt

Once I returned from Alcatraz I had a daunting walk back across the bridge to my car. I had been lugging this God forsaken pack around with me for the past 10 hours and now my feet were starting to bleed again. I pulled out a bus schedule I had picked up at the Golden Gate bus depot and tried to make sense of it. I hate bus routes, I can never figure them out. So naturally I stuffed it back in my pocket and began walking in the direction I had to go. It would be another 2 hours before I reached the bridge, and another hour before I reached my car.

I sat in my car seat and debated on going to sleep right then and there. I decided it best to head back up into the Marin Headlands back to the hostel. When I arrived I used my last bit of strength to check in, but once again a sign had been placed that said “I’m around come look for me.”  The farthest I went to look for him was back to the kitchen, where I met the nice guy from the night before who gave me the Coos-Coos. He was waiting on his friend so he could drive her to the train station and we talked for a bit before he left. I then walked back to the office and by now I just wanted to collapse, so I took a seat on a set of stairs near by. I sat there and contemplated the bizarre events of the day. It wasn’t before long that the attendant from the night before showed up holding a bag of Cheeto’s and judging by the big smile on his face he was feeling pretty good. I stood up to check in and he instantly recognized me greeting me with a “naahaaa you want to stay another night?”  Must I even dignify this with a response? He opened up the office and began rummaging around in a confused manner, then the phone rang, “hold on man I got to answer this.”

I just stood there for a minute and I could tell the nature of the call was personal. He then took time away from his conversation to tell me “ah dude just ah go back in the room you had yesterday……and ah come back later and pay me nahaaaa.”

I had every intention of paying for the night, but my body was exhausted and once I entered the room I crashed onto the bed into a slumber I have not felt in quite some time.