Rain? No. Downpour. We shivered under the awning of the closed service station. Taking turns, venturing out each time, we spotted a car down the road. The thumb was not lucky tonight.
It had seemed such a good idea in the dry warmth of our favorite bar. Let’s head out to Baltimore and visit Bob and Chris. We got as far as New York before the rain started and kept up all through the Turnpike.
We’d remember this night and laugh about it years from now. Yeah, Right.

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