October 27, 2009
My car broke down ...
Thankfully, it broke down outside of a quiet motel. It was late and getting dark. The owner was really nice about it all. He set me up with a room and even made me a sandwhich, since I missed dinner. But I was tired and really needed a shower. I heard his mother yelling at him about something silly just before I got into the tub. Poor guy.
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