End of the road, not end of the line
The rental car's front seat was cluttered with newspapers, the backseat littered with fast food wrappers and diet Pepsi cans, the ice cooler turned over and spilling water and we were somewhere outside of Springfield when Scooter turned to me and said, "You know what this trip of ours really needs?''
Against my better judgment, I took the bait.
No, I replied, what does it really need?
Well, funny you should mention it ... Before I catch my flight ...
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