I had no idea for how long I was on the road before I made it to somewhere. I just knew that I was out of food and almost out of drinks and that I needed an actual meal, but first-
"Exxon. Yes."
I pulled into the gas station and began my now-mundane action of of filling the tank and getting drinks.
"Yugo," I said, setting the drinks and tossing my bank card on the counter, "The PIN's 4-7-9-3."
"Should you be on the road like that?" the clerk asked.
After a second, I said, "Just tell me where a damn bathroom is."
"All the way back and to your left," she said, scanning the items and giving them to me.
"I'll be right back."
I put the stuff in my car, started the gas pump, then went to clean myself up. It didn't do that much in the way of helping me; I still felt miserable.
"Do you have a map of this place?"
"You going to Canterlot?"
"Ah, hell no. I just need a map of this place."
"Here you are," she said, giving the map to me.
"Thanks."
I went outside with the map and left.
"Fast food," I said, "Twelve miles onto highway 67."
With my air conditioner on high, a Red Bull in my hand, and the map propped up at my console, I was making pretty good time.
When I did make it to the fast food joint, I didn't recognise the name of it.
"No time like the present."
I pulled into the parking lot and left everything in the car except for my keys and wallet.
I knew that I still looked like a mess, but hell if I cared.
Making my way to the counter, I noticed a few exotic-looking people. They weren't from around here.
"Sir, what can I get you?"
"Huh?"
"What do you want?"
I looked at the menu, "Twenty chicken nuggets and a large chocolate milkshake."
"Okay, $3.93."
I swiped my card.
"Twenty-seven is your number, we'll have it out shortly."
I noticed out the side of my eye that one of them began to walk over to me.
Don't, don't, don't, don'
"Order 27?"
Me. Yes!
I just took the food and sat down at the first open table I saw, then had at it.
"Excuse me," an Egyptian accent said.
Crap.