I don't know about Dean and Sam, but I tend to measure distances in a combination of songs and cigarettes, unless I'm on my motorcycle (and then I'm in an entirely different mindset and it's just me and the road stretching on forever).
The last time Mom and I visited Wyoming (at the time, we still lived in Iowa, so the distance was about 900 miles), she asked me to find a rest stop. I said sure, but the town we were planning on stopping over at should come up in about three songs. I hadn't realized at the time which mix-disk was in the player, and as soon as I finished saying that, Inagoddadavida (or however that's spelled) started playing. I thought Mom was gonna hit me and the look on her face was priceless, so I had to amend the statement with 'make that fifteen minutes or so'.
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Date: 2009-08-18 06:22 am (UTC)The last time Mom and I visited Wyoming (at the time, we still lived in Iowa, so the distance was about 900 miles), she asked me to find a rest stop. I said sure, but the town we were planning on stopping over at should come up in about three songs. I hadn't realized at the time which mix-disk was in the player, and as soon as I finished saying that, Inagoddadavida (or however that's spelled) started playing. I thought Mom was gonna hit me and the look on her face was priceless, so I had to amend the statement with 'make that fifteen minutes or so'.