We are burdened with the task of bringing an update of bad tidings and depression to our faithful followers. Ernie has finally made it to the Days Inn where I have been hamstrung by circumstances and kept immobile and inactive. Yesterday, I walked to the police station here in Dickenson, Texas, which I am unfortunately now all too familiar with. I went to plead my case to the station chief and to ask that he return our van out of the impound yard, because our cause is for the sake of all mankind. I was not successful. Chief Morales agreed our ongoing investigation was important and an issue of great profundidty, but he said it would take on a greater weight if I had produced the $214.53 required to pay our impound fee and parking ticket. That fiasco ate up my whole day.
When I returned to the hotel, the manager was waiting for me with a large bill, and refused any further internet connectivity in the business center until I paid up. Of course, I had no hope of paying until Ernie arrived with our CCIB resources, so I walked back to my room, crestfallen, to pack my bags and become a real 'field agent', so to speak. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the room and found Ernie eating a nice room service meal and enjoying a pay-per-view Christmas special on the television! He had arrived!
Unfortunately, Ernie's trek from the north side of Houston, where he had been pre-positioned weeks ago in anticipation of area sightings, was rather convoluted. He received my call to meet me here by browsing our website. As he set off, he asked for directions along the way to Dixon (he misunderstood where I was) and ended up somewhere near Corpus Christi, Texas, which on a map is quite a shockingly far distance from Dickenson! He pulled over and asked directions from a kind man who knew the Houston area at least somewhat because his family was planning a move in the upcoming months to the great city.
Now Ernie's here at last, and though he burned up $275 in gas, we have enough funds to pay our hotel bill, get a bite to eat (there's a Waffle House down the road!), AND we have sufficient funds to retrieve Field Unit Van No.1 out of impound. Sadly, that will need to wait until after Christmas, because the police chief told me the impound guys are off for the holidays (if any of our faithful readers happens to work for Dickinson Towing Co., can you help us out?). And that's not all. When and I pulled out of the parking lot this evening, the brakes failed on us. Gaining speed, we rolled down a ramp and into a pole in the parking garage, slightly damaging a car that was exiting nearby, and badly damaging the van's engine. After getting out of the vehicle and opening the hood, we found a note pasted inside.
"c@n`7 Le7 u d0 7h@t 101z -c@c71 n031"After deciphering, Ernie translated the encrypted message into a taunt like no other before.
"Can't let you do that, lolz*. -Cacti Noel."Blast! Does this mean that
the Cacti Noel was here, vandalizing our van? We don't know, but for now, the van is inoperable. It frustrates me more than you know, fellow cactus hunters, that a meeting had been arranged with
holders of the cacti, and yet again our plans have been foiled!
I must attend to the vehicle situation at the moment. I will let you know first thing when any news arrives. Let's hope that it's not too late!
* Ernie says that in leek speak it is common to see acronyms such a "L.O.L." that represent the words, "Laugh out loud." We are both puzzled and stumped, however, of what the Z at the end could represent. If you have any thoughts on what the translation of "lolz" could be, please send us an email at legendofthechristmascactus@gmail.com.