Road Trip

This last weekend, I took a short trip to visit my hometown of London, Ohio.
There were so many things that happened that I cannot begin to expound upon them all, nor would I dare subject you to some.

I can say this — there is nothing more startling than to be using the facilities at a grungy truck stop in the wee hours and to hear this announced over the speakers:

To be said in a loud, strange and masculine computer voice
“Customer number [pause] 80, your shower is ready.  Please make your way to stall number [pause] 9.”  Then repeat.

I know.  Truckers have to shower too.  Even at 2 am.  Just whisper discreetly to him that his shower is ready.  On second thought, you probably shouldn’t do that either.

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