We’re home. We’re also still in shock that we didn’t suffer any catastrophic event while we were in Arizona. Usually there is some sort of shittery that sends us both into a tornado of spiraling stress, curses and name-calling. But this time The Viking wasn’t almost arrested and I didn’t get into any fist-fights (the chances of this happening are slim, admittedly, but still….).
Of course, there was the pre-departure clusterfuckage, as usual. It wouldn’t be a vacation if we didn’t hate each other for the first six hours on the road. We’ve become infamous in the neighbourhood for our attempts to go on holiday. We quit telling them the exact day we were leaving because they were bringing out the lawn chairs and popcorn. There was plenty of this though…..
and a little of this….
…..behind each other’s back and continual profanity as we packed the truck but we did managed to keep the volume down. There wasn’t a single lawn chair in sight by the time we started the truck and idled out of the alley.
Once we were speaking again, the trip became enjoyable – we both love road trips – and everything was fine until we hit Idaho. Sigh. Idaho. Never go to Idaho without a super-sized jug of Wind Shield Washer Fluid because the entire state is infested with bugs whose guts are so sticky it takes a sandblaster to get them off the front of the truck. Also, cows piss on you there.
We were following a cattle liner who wasn’t going nearly fast enough for our happiness (we are driving 2400km/1500miles and want to get the fuck going already) and while The Viking was making little darts into the other lane looking for a likely time to pass, a cow pressed its ass against the side of the trailer and let loose a frightening large amount of piss. It seemed to never end! It was like driving into a waterfall! The truck driver was going fast enough to turn the piss stream into a nauseatingly thick mist which required liberal and fast windshield wiper action and desperate stabs at the fresh air intake button.
After we stopped screaming and could use our words again we were more than just a little indignant. What kind of world do we live in when cows can just piss on you any time they want? We’re at the top of the food chain, are we not? That sort of thing should be illegal! What if our windows had been down?! Or if we were on a motorcycle?! Or in a convertible?!!
And then I started wondering why I’ve never been cow pissed on before? I live in cow country for Pete’s sake. Given the number of cows/pigs/sheep that are trucked all over the continent you’d think that Cow/Pig/Sheep Pissings would be common and therefore cause enough indignation in the general population to have laws against it.
So I Googled it (Are there laws against cows pissing on vehicles?) and there isn’t. It’s illegal to be drunk while caring for a cow in Scotland and in Australia it’s illegal to milk another guy’s cow and you can’t drive your cows through St. John’s after 8:00 (I’m assuming in the morning because driving your cows through St. John’s at night would cause fewer traffic problems, but what do I know? I’ve been pissed on!) but no law about cows pissing on people in vehicles.
So, are Canadian cows just more polite than Idahoan cows? Is that why I’ve never been Cow Pissed on before? Are Idahoan cows just plain assholes? I wouldn’t put it past them judging by Idahoan bugs! On the other hand, maybe this particular cow was just really bitter but not indicative of all Idahoan cows as a collective group. Or maybe the Vacation Gawd didn’t have time to prepare something truly epic, as in past years, and this was the best he could do under the circumstances. If that’s the case ….. then touché Vacation Gawd, well played.
Having now experienced being pissed on by a cow, I can say that it’s not something I will soon forget. I think I might even have a touch of PTSD. And, it will change the way we rate our future vacations as well as anyone else’s future vacations.
“Geez, that was one of our worst vacations, but at least we didn’t get pissed on by a cow, right?”
“Too bad you had such a lousy time on your holiday, but at least you weren’t pissed on by a cow, right?”
Just a quick note about the actual chemical composition of the cow piss itself: It does take off Idahoan bug guts, so there is that.
PS: Yes. Being pissed on is infinitely better than being poo-ed on.
PPS: Yes. Cows have every right to be bitter but pissing on us doesn’t change their fate. It just makes me want a bigger steak. Or maybe to tip them over, if I knew how to go about it because, presumably, the cow would see me coming and would brace itself. Unless I dressed up like a cow but then I would need someone in the back of the costume and The Viking probably wouldn’t think it was a worthwhile endeavor.