Rest Stop Quickie
Fbailey story number 445 Rest Stop Quickie I had been cruising down the highway with my parents for several days. Why we had flown out to California to drive Grandpa’s Old Cadillac home I’ll never understand. We drove ten freaking hours a day, every day. I sat in the backseat listening to Mom and Dad talk about the good old days and it was driving me crazy. The car only had an AM/FM radio, the air conditioning didn’t work, and I had to crank the windows down by hand too. Dad called it a classic and an antique, but I just called it a really old car. After spending three days in that car with Mom and Dad I made sure to ask for pit stops every now and then. Otherwise, Dad would only stopped …