Well, it's like the very first impression of a first date on a cold dark night. Stop if you know where I am going.
3 stars. Walked I , saw a tornado shelter and a clean lobby. For what I came for, this pleased my eyes and my soul. Should a nasty storm come along, I'll be safe. There was copious abounds of alcohol to bring happiness if that nasty storm should be a swarm of zombies or self aware vehicles attacked( ala Maximum Overdrive)
But as is the reality of most things, it didn't take long for the other, less attractive shoe to
Drop.
You see, a blind first date on a cold winter night has many surprises in store for the lonely warrior of the road.
I walked into the lav. If you have ever been In government housing- section 8 or barracks- you know pine oil is the prerequisite of the apocalypse. Akin to the beautiful girl in layer after layer of warm clothing. When you peel these layer, you uncover something very untoward, mysterious and oft ugly.
I move through the open space and into the area of my intention. Piss on the seat. I am used to it. I am a construction worker. However, the overly mobile seat springs new flavor to this morbid salad of pine oil refinement. I put my ass gasket into foot/towel mode. Seat cants to a 60 turn.... Of doom.
The date gets a little more comfortable. She was Hindi g a familiar form. What comes next is the other less attractive e shoe slamming on the piss cover floor. She tells you of her psycho family drama and how, without fail, a daily death clock ticks as each of her family member try to kill her.
The moment I sit, the seat shift and my pappy piece touches the porcelain and the freak out happens. Now my booty and ain't that ain't this is itching. My arm just began itching. My wife will likely not believe it was the ratchet ass seat with crotch crickets. Instead, and very justified, a paranoid feeling that I am whorin around. read more
