Blytheville...Your face sucks?!?!

I never knew this place existed, as matter a fact I would have never cared. However, I stumbled upon this little town because of a classmate who suggested we car pool to do our Hurst review for the NCLEX exam in January. I thought why not spend a whooping $350 bucks for this review and perhaps on my way I would discover a cool little town.

Well upon driving into Arkansas a little bird flew right into our windshield. I literally held my face with both hands and could not believe what had just happened. The noise was unreal, if that was a little bird, I can’t imagine the sound of a deer. I mean Liz was driving at 75 mph on the freeway, this wasn’t a slight tap, and this was full on death for the birdie. I really thought hard could that little guy be alive or did the impact immediately take his little life. There was a slight imprint of the bird on the window. But we had to continue through our journey.

So once we arrived in Blytheville, we went for some coffee at the local McDonald at the gas station. We arrived at this community college, where our instructor was so energetic and out of control. She made it all better, however we had this obnoxious girl in the class, who said the most inappropriate things and ridiculous things. For example, “ I don found it.” I mean I get that we are in south but I am sure that she was taught proper English. She thought she was extremely funny but really just annoying.

On our way out Liz and I got to our hotel, where I was told I needed to put a credit card down to pay for our hotel. As I tried to explain to the front desk lady that I had already paid for the hotel online, she went ahead and charged the credit card on file again $40 less than what my online bill had said. When I looked at the last 4 digits it was not my credit card. So I told her several times this was not my credit card and she said oh well I already charged it. I got the CC number to check and see if it was my sisters. After calling hotwire, they informed me that that was their CC number and I should have never been given that number and to not use it. I clearly laughed as I couldn’t believe it I had the full CC number and the expiration date; the front desk lady was an idiot and not a happy one at that.

For dinner we went to the best-rated restaurant El Puerto, where I got to use my Spanish at $1.35 taco and 3.50 margarita who could pass up this little hidden gem. This town is strange it has an old dirty smell to it, however the downtown area that we saw had this worn down look, as though some significant history could have been here. But other than that there is no charm here.

Take a word of advice, do not step foot into Blytheville, Arkansas, the smell, the look, the vibe, is of an old raggedy doll. If this is what the rest of Arkansas is like I am a little worried to visit any other part of it. However if you have a little friend like Liz with you, you can take any town my storm!