Ever wonder what happens when you're on the verge of veritable alien abduction? This story's a pretty good description of it.
An accident intel report up ahead tells Wendy Parker that "the President is in the median with flying elephant scrotums and frozen walruses! I’m a nurse, I have to help!”
"I found myself with the two-week affliction this morning at the Pilot in Weed, Calif., when I realized I had run out of shampoo and conditioner."
Singing the wonders of the American landscape -- and launching a campaign against defoulers of public toilets, "the cause of public restroom stewardship."
Gambling these days is exactly like voting: "You go in a dark room and press a few buttons and it's over. Nothing changes but the fact that you have less money in your pocket."
Wendy Parker packs for colder weather: "Everyone knows space in the truck is limited, and the closet in the Cascadia is perfect -- for one person."
Wendy Parker thanks the Lord for her family's health -- and plans a future of hauling in Africa for her husband.
"I'm completely normal, and the rest of the world is strange. Now that we've cleared that up..."
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