You are braver than me. I’m scared of McDonalds because none of the food is actual food!
It was pushing midnight. I was tired. Amanda was tired. We still had an hour’s drive ahead of us.
“Honey, you awake?” I asked Amanda.
She answered with the purring of her snores. She had been asleep for an hour and had been wanting me to avoid stopping if I could to save time and money.
But the orchestrated music on the radio, the warmth of the car, and the loneliness of the road – had made it harder to keep my eyes open than it is to keep Amanda out of Express when we go to the mall, which is nearly impossible – mind you.
Driving through the sleepy town of Blackstone, Virginia – I knew there was only one place I could go to get coffee this late at night: McDonalds, but McDonald’s coffee and me…. Well, lets just say we have a past.
You see, every…
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