Myrtle Beach (crew)
Our trip to Myrtle Beach was a complete success, all thanks to a pig.
For some unfortunate reason, our hotel in Myrtle Beach is a solid 45-minute drive away from nearly everything on our schedule, in sleepy Pawleys Island, SC. On the upside, this means that painful 8 a.m. start times are tempered with a nice car nap. On the downside, when we wrap at 9:30 p.m. in Myrtle Beach, not only does it mean heading 45 minutes back the way we came, but even better, no dinner, since all the restaurants close up shop at 9:00 p.m. unless tater tots from Sonic are your thing (Who doesn\’t love tots?).
After the first night of fried treats shaped like sticks and balls, we were over it. Between the bug bites, the never-ending lines at That One Starbucks in Town, and the endless treks back and forth and back … and forth … and back … on Route 17 and Route 17 Business (seriously), we were ready to hide out in our plantation house for four days and blame the lack of footage on a hungry gator.
And then we found it.
Being the Northerners that we all are, our collective knowledge of The Pig (as it\’s affectionately known) comes from \”Driving Miss Daisy.\” Before we knew it, we were spotting them everywhere we went. Our PA, a local resident, found it endlessly hilarious that we were all so fascinated by a grocery store. We had to go. We HAD to.
At the close of evening number two, at the very civilized hour of 9:45 p.m., hungry and more than a little punchy, we piled into the minivan and headed for The Pig.
And it was, in a word, beautiful.
The happiest little pig greeted us as we walked in, rubbing our eyes in the bright lights. Never had a grocery store been so amazingly apt, welcome and loved, all at the same time. We took off, the four of us tearing around the store like we\’d been living under a rock all this time. Soon, the cart was loaded with the kinds of treats you crave when on the road for weeks at a time, getting most of your chow from a rapidly leaking cooler: fresh fruits and veggies, cold milk for cereal, cheese from many lands, sushi and popsicles.
On the way to the check-out, we passed a souvenir stand, loaded with Pig merchandise. I won\’t go into detail about just how much of that made it into the cart, but just know that my keys now dangle from a little pink pig and there\’s a strong chance they had to order another batch of Piggly Wiggly socks. Maybe.
According to pigglywiggly.com, there are stores in 15 states. Hmmm, I\’ve never been to Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Missouri, Oklahoma, or Wisconsin …