I had borrowed the truck for our camping trip. It was really a lot of fun to have it up there. I suppose it wasn't a truck, perhaps it was more of an RV, or at least we loaded it up like one with beds and couches and all of the rest. It was like having all the comforts of home in your back seat. That was when my sister reminded me that we only had a week loan on it.

"The week is almost over!" I thought. The truck belong somewhere in Kansas and for a fleeting moment, I could not figure out how I got the blasted thing out here in the first place. "I'll have time before my sister's baby shower" I thought, but I measured out the hours it would take to get to Kansas and my getting lost on the way and I was not sure how I was supposed to get this RV back to the dealer in time. This seemed a little bit too hard. I looked online to try and figure out whether or not there were other locations that I could drop it off at. No, no other locations. Still, everyone insisted that I stop worrying about it and do it on the way up to the shower.

Just as I was trying to grasp some logical explanations as to why Kansas was not on the way to the baby shower, I found myself slowly waking from a still sleep.

"Oh thank goodness," I said, "Now I don't have to worry about that blasted truck."

Waking up solves all nightmares. :P
» randomjunk on 2014-01-23 11:50:02

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