Stubs Stop

The heat was ratcheting up now. We are in 'Colorful Colorado.' 2pm as we pulled up to a garage to fill up. "Stubs Stop" the sign said in red cursive.

I stood in the queue waiting to order something to eat. The two guys in front of me were exchanging body injury stories. "I have no pelvis! Black ice...." the guy in the pink shirt said knowlingly.
"I basically had no bladder for over a month. Hit a semi on the north interstate" the shorter of the two shot back for measurement. His low slung belt hosted three cell phones and his long oily hair clung damply to his shirt.

I was sure I would not have much of an appetite for my burrito and two beef tornados!

"What is a Canadian seal's favorite drink?" Jerome suddenly asked breaking the easy silence in the van. ...."Canadian Club on the rocks"

20 miles to Denver and we can see the mountains in the distance now.

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