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.