The hours are long as the cars stream by one by one ignoring you as if you were homeless. You see people you wish would stop. Finally a farmer by the name of Jeb pulls up with his truck and chickens in the back.
"Where you headin' to boy?" "My car is broke down, can you either give me a tow back to my house or give me a lift to the nearest gas station? I'm also in need of some money. If you have any work at all, I'd love to help you out." "Yeah, boy: hop on in."
The day turns into night, you stop for food at the local Cracker Barrel to take down some Biscuits and Gravy soda with an ice cold Pepsi. Click here to find out what happens next...
Will work for gas by Atheist Shrine.