Almost There Writing Contest

The Spruce Grove Public Library and LitFest have enjoyed a great partnership over the last four years. One of the things that makes this partnership so great is the innovative programming the library does around the LitFest events held there. 

This year featured author Curtis Gillespie and his book, Almost There: The Family Vacation Then and Now. Activities for families included a Mario Cart Learn-to-Drive game, license plate game, and Name That Town. The food was travel-themed too with three food stations: the Gas Station with road snacks, the Fruit Stand, and the A&W Drive-In.

As part of the celebrations, the library held a travel writing contest. They asked participants to write a postcard story sharing a funny travel story. A postcard story is a maximum of 250 words so the challenge is to craft a concise, but compelling story.

We'd like to share the winner, R.D. Girvan's story with you:

On our last road trip, I stopped for fuel at a station with a drive-through.  I can’t mention their name, but it rhymes with “Lim Lorton’s.”  Not needing gasoline, I aimed for coffee, dispensed around back.

Two lanes waited, merging at a red-on-white sign that read:  “Please Alternate.”  That’s so Canadian.  Like a commercial for “Jim Jorton’s.”

We proceeded politely: right, left, right.  Then it happened: left, right, left, left…  A woman driving a small car scurried before a gentleman piloting a pick-up truck.  Occupying his rightful place in line, she sat squeezed against my back bumper like a spider evading a broom.  So close, you could not have slipped a “Gim Gorton’s” gift card between us.

The lady in front of me saw everything in her Lexus’ rearview mirror.  We shook our heads in shared disapproval.

The gentleman acted like a prince.  He was honorable.  He was dignified.  He was on the phone and may not have noticed a thing.  Not to worry.  Karma was calling, and I was just the girl to answer.

Reversing my SUV into Small Woman’s vehicle seemed slightly overzealous…  perhaps, instead of punishing her behavior, I should reward his.  I ordered Prince Pick-up a donut.

At the window, I overheard employees congratulating Prince.  He and I exchanged solemn nods, saluting through our side mirrors, right over Small Woman’s head.

It was fair.  It was just.  Then, I discovered Lady Lexus had bought my coffee.  It was karma—to go—at “Rim Rorton’s.”