Adventure in Scottsboro, Alabama

Mom and I went to Scottsboro, Alabama, yesterday.  It takes about an hour to get there, so this was just a day trip.

Our first stop was the Unclaimed Baggage Center.  As you can probably guess from the name, this store sells unclaimed baggage (including all of the contents) from the airlines.

It was interesting to see what kind of stuff was lost by random travelers.  However, shopping at the store was a lot like shopping at a thrift store.  In the end, I am still glad I went to see it.

For lunch, we decided to try a local place.  The decor at Payne’s is designed to look like an old style dinner.

I didn’t see the restaurant score card when we first walked into the place, but I assumed it would be a safe place to eat.  Well, that was a mistake.

I ended up with a hair on my sandwich, so I glanced back at the cooking staff and noticed they were not wearing any hair nets or hats.  They did have on gloves, but they walked away from the cooking station, handled the phone, made change at the register, and then went back to cooking without changing their gloves.

I decided to wonder through the restaurant and found out their score is 89, which is considered poor.

We left the dinner and drove around the old part of town.  I found an abandoned feed mill and stopped to look around the place.  I enjoy exploring abandoned buildings of any kind, so this was right up my ally.

After exploring the feed mill, Mom and I decided it was time to head back home.

I got on the highway and my Jeep started warning me about low tire pressure.  I told Mom about it and decided we would air up the tire when we got back home.  Unfortunately, the Jeep started flashing the tire pressure warning gage.  The pressure in the front passenger side tire was decreasing at a rapid rate and we needed to get off the road immediately.  I pulled into the Krystal’s parking lot and called AAA.


I got my spare tire put on the Jeep and was able to make it home without any further issues.

The day did not go as planned, yet I still think we both enjoyed the road trip.  We just laughed and talked about all the crazy things that happened along the way.

I have to say our visit to Scottsborro, Alabama, was an adventure.



23 thoughts on “Adventure in Scottsboro, Alabama

  1. I feel sad for the wedding dress in the ‘lost by random travellers’ thrift shop. Who was the coward? It might well have been abandoned by the bride having second thoughts. Anyway, hopefully it was snapped up by another blushing bride.
    As for the hair in the sandwich, were you able to identify and reconcile that hair to a specific cook? Was it blond, dark or even reddish? You could exclude bald cooks.
    Did you ask for another sandwich or get a refund?
    Anyway, the flat tyre would not have been welcome either but I am glad you still enjoyed the day. It shows you have pluck and good at making the best of any situation…


    • I got a refund for the sandwich. There were only two cooks, one was blond and the other had dark brown hair. The hair absolutely came from the cook with the dark brown hair.

      I know some people get upset or even have melt-down fits when things go wrong. That behavior doesn’t solve anything. You just make yourself miserable and you still have to deal with the problem.

      That is no way to live life. I rather just deal with the problem and still enjoy myself.

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  2. as;an da’ plans…but ya nevr know bout the outcome….
    there is always ..either fate luck or destiny or bad er good luck at play any way ya lewk at it . 🙂 keep on keepin on is all i can say .is wat its all bout! 🙂 Q

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  3. You in my neck of the woods!!! I was born in Bridgeport…one of my aunts had a place back in a hollow off 117…on a hill above crow creek….I’ve been gone since 1984…a couple of the family names is “Arnold” and “Barclay”…also”Crabtree”…believe”Stubblefield” too…all my father’s side of the tree…lol


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