Flatfish Pond
Mom, and I were headed home after a trip, but she couldn’t make it, so she made me pull over to a rest-area. I got to drive, but mom crossed her legs in the passenger seat, until finally she said “Pull in up there.” Ran in, and locked the door to the girl’s room, but I just got out to stretch my legs. I wasn’t really sure about driving in city traffic on my learner’s permit, but we weren’t going to get in before rush hour now. The restrooms were just like a double lavatory? Little more than portapotties with indoor plumbing, and a sink to wash your hands in, but they had a great view of the swamp around back. I guess if it filled up with more water, it would be a pond, …