Roadtrip part 2

Update y'all!! It's been a DAY.

So we headed off mid-day, expecting to get here by early evening. WE GOT HERE AT 10. PM. AT NIGHT. What lead up to that:

We drove for a while and passed by a gas station. I said nah, I don't want to stop off, there'll be another one soon, it's fine! Come a few minutes later, my bladder calls to me. A sweet song of desperation, of a nearing yellow sunset to be painted onto the canvas of my carseat. I hold on to hope, I ask my dearest mother how long until we arrive at another stop. She notifies me: 2 AND A HALF HOURS. I cry, internally.

A little over an hour later, I can hold on no longer. There is room in my bladder for hope no more. I announce to my mother the state of the situation: we need to find either a cup of a hole in the ground. We have no such items available. I am growing desperate.

Just when I had finally said my prayers...a longdrop. A longrop enters my sight. My beautiful, disgusting saving grace. We park, and I race out of the car. I open the door to the stall, in the middle of a rain-less desert. It...is full of water. Liquid. The floor is drenched. We don't know where it came from. We don't know how to get rid of it, because where will it go? The cotton-eye Joe of public toilets.

Eventually, I give up and lock in. Relief washes over me, just as the mysterious liquid washes over my shoes, soaks through my socks. It is a true sensory nightmare, but I hold in the tears. I finish up, turn around, turn around again, and to my dismay, no sink. No soap. Just hand sanitizer. The tears spill out, it is too much.

I think to myself, how did I get here? Crying next to a longdrop.

But we move on, and every time from then on, I have made a vow to stop and every single gas station. And the next one we stop by, it is an absolute gold mine. I find a Charlie XCX cd. A leopard-print ushanka hat. A bottle of Mountain Dew. A fully intact, unsmoked, fresh cigarette lying on the floor. My heart is happy, my soul is at peace, everything is right with the world.

We get in the car, and my mum immediately starts playing country music.

:C

The only country-esque music I like is Chappell Roan, so this is...not incredibly pleasant. But a few "drinking beer back of my car cowgirl horses wiskey yeehaw"s later, we arrive at our humble abode for the night. A motel that rivals that of the one from Diary Of A Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul.

So here we are. I will update in the morning! Nyan out XD

-nyan