The Tamarack substation contained a 24 hour Starbucks so the caffiene obsessed and late night drivers could get their fix before hitting the tenebrous twisting roads that would take us through the mountains. I work in coffee shop owned by Starbuck corp. so I generally refuse to drink the foul tasting black swill. I prefer to burn out my pituitary gland with kidney killing energy drinks owned by Coca Cola. Elizabeth, Lauren, and Kelly bought coffees and cakes. While I showed my good friend Will the wonders of flattening a penny for the mere cost of fifty-one cents. He seemed to think that it was wasteful expensive while I assured him that it was all part of the fine traveling/touristing tradition.
Kelly drove for a solid two hours before she began to hallucinate slightly. Nodding in and out has always fascinated my as I wonder what did I miss those moments someone flicked the off switch in my head. Was it important? Will there be a quiz? I woke suddenly and in pain because car seats are not comfortable particularly when two people are trying to sleep on the same bench. Kelly looks back quickly trying to keep her eyes on the road.
No comments:
Post a Comment