The skittles took us out of Floyd and lead us north. We were low on gas, so we stopped at the next station.
The advertisement for subs was incredibly tempting, but I walked out with a fried pie. The girl at the register said that strawberry and cream cheese was the best flavor. She was right. Even though it weighed a ton, the crust was surprisingly light and airy. The filling combination reminded me of Toaster Strudels that I used to eat in junior high. This was a very good thing.
After a few bites we buckled up and forged on.
Quote of the hour: After washing my hands in the gas-station restroom. “Seriously, smell my hands. They smell like a man. Or man-soap or something.”
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