Much better. You see, after circling a truck stop for an hour with 5 or 6 other trucks, each taking turns trying to back into the same crappy parking spaces after a long day of driving, screaming is the only healthy way to relieve the frustration and maintain sanity. I do believe this is the last time I'll ever stop at this truck stop chain. I won't name names, but it starts with "Flying" and ends with "J". I know how this happens, too. It starts with a greedy developer who goes to an overzealous engineer for a design. And the engineer, who's on his third pot of coffee, crams 9742579 parking spaces onto 3 acres because more spaces mean more customers, which mean more money. Well guess what...I'm not buying anything here. Thanks for the real estate.
I probably should have just continued to my fuel stop in Harrisburg, PA. Oh well. Tomorrow should be fun - it'll be my first time driving in the Northeast, including a ride through New Jersey and the Bronx.
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