SoccerDogWithEars
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The mental image of you tossing all the food into the trash at a gas station made my morning. And that's also because you know that somewhere, some hillbilly was watching you do this and as soon as you left, went to reclaim the perfectly good albeit melted food. It happened to my Mom in Boston. She threw away her cannoli that she never wanted in the first place, and I kid you not, as we walked away a homeless guy reached into the trash and pulled it back out. A slightly traumatizing sight when you're 12.
You know what other drive is boring? NC through Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky. By the time we reached our hotel that night, I swore that if I ever saw the color green again, I was going to scream. The road just cut through green trees, and green hills. Nothing else to look at. Actually, in all honesty, driving through NC to get ANYWHERE is boring. Unless you're on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
You know what other drive is boring? NC through Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky. By the time we reached our hotel that night, I swore that if I ever saw the color green again, I was going to scream. The road just cut through green trees, and green hills. Nothing else to look at. Actually, in all honesty, driving through NC to get ANYWHERE is boring. Unless you're on the Blue Ridge Parkway.