I received a letter from a casino host for the first time ever last week. I was like “ooh goody gum drops! She’s going give me a coupon for some massive free play!” I thought I was going to be comped at least $700. That’s because I put in around $2,000 worth of gameplay within the last few months. I broke nearly even, but I don’t think it showed up that way in my records, cuz I yank out my card before bonus rounds. But nooooooo! I drive one hour and fifteen minutes out of my way just to find out I’m only getting a $15 food comp next month. That’s just enough for a hot dog and some chips. The letter? I received that letter just because she wanted to introduce herself and for me to add any additional contact info on my file. No freeplay? I wont be fucking around at THIS casino much anymore. Ol’ cheap ass bastards!
What’s the longest distance you drove for something stupid?
I wasn’t driving, but a friend drove a few of us ~170 miles (over 3 hours) to
watch a soccer game. When we got there, the ground was full and we couldn’t get in.
Drove 3 hours from Bloomington Illinois to Bloomington Indiana with 3 other people in a karman ghia to go to a basketball game. We got seats, our team won, and as soon as the game was over we got back in the karman ghia and drove back to Bloomington Illinois. If I tried a stunt like that today I would be crippled for life.
What’s ew to you because that was the point of the trip wasn’t it?Also the OP needs to improve their reading comprehension if he thought he was getting something more than a food coupon.
I once had a German roommate in Waterloo, Ontario. He had just bought a used van and he was thinking of driving to Thunder Bay, Ontario over the weekend. That’s a 15 hour drive one way, so it’s unclear how much sight-seeing he could have done in one weekend!
Before GPS and internet went to Las Vegas with friends and we decided we wanted to see the Grand Canyon. On a map it looked like the north rim was closer so we rented a car and headed out. A number of hours later got to the point where the road was blocked because the north rim was closed for the season.
Undeterred, the next day we headed out of Vegas for the south rim. Made it there about 30 minutes before sunset to snap a handful of photos.
Two hour drive for a meal. Granted, we had really intended to go to the beach and discovered that the sign just past the halfway point wasn’t lying about the beach being closed. Dad got caught in a speed trap on that trip.
Many years ago we were vacationing in Wisconsin Dells. While there, I looked at a map and saw that Iowa was 1 1/2 hours away. I’d never been to Iowa, so I thought it would be worth doing to check it off my states-visited list.
So I loaded the family into the minivan and we made the trip. Just inside the Iowa state line there was a gas station/convenience store. I parked, went in and bought something, then went back to the van and we drove back to Wisconsin.
I once drove 4 hours to visit a woman I had a… complicated… relationship with during her second year of college. I was a smoker then, so drank coffee and smoked as I drove up. We immediately got in a disagreement when I arrived, so I left and drove 4 hours back to my Mom’s house, smoking and drinking coffee until I arrived at 2 am. My Mom thought I was a burglar since she was not expecting me and tried to brain me with a frying pan. The upside was I felt so physically wretched after that many cigarettes and that much shitty coffee that I quit smoking.
When I was a kid, we all packed into the family car to go to a waterpark called Lake Delores. SoCal Dopers may be familiar with it. Anyway, it was some 170 miles away and in the desert. When we got there, it wasn’t just closed down; it looked like it hadn’t even been completed.
It’s kind of a mystery because my brother and I had been seeing commercials for it for months. Also, a few years ago there was a segment on abandoned sites and it indicated the park was open until the late '80s and our wasted journey would have been early '80s at the latest.
We drove to Florida. From Oshkosh Wisconsin. While crossing the state on highway 70, we saw an orange rolling across the road. That was the hilight of the trip. Not going to Florida again.