Rest Stop of Terror
When I was 16 and my sister was 20, I drove across the nation with my friends. It was Spring Break. It was late, and we were well-rested and alert. I don’t remember the expressway we were taking. But it was Texas and New Mexico. We were having fun in the car and singing along to the radio to get our energy up. It worked. It was a little late in the evening, the sun was setting, and we needed a break. Fill up the gas and take a potty break.