#bodily interruption

Rest StopDriving three hours north I needed to stop for bowel relief, gas and a vending‑machine Payday bar.A static‑voiced Otis Redding cutoffed with the ignition, the door closing shut, yielding to the ventilated drone of the rest‑area lobby—a vent’s thin rattle making me shiver the same way the free maps in the brochure rack tick against the heat vent.An arrow pointed west to the men’s room,…