Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it?
There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
It was later reported that my wife’s exact words were “Where in the… %^)*_&$… is John?” She was very eloquent on special occasions.
The dispatcher called on the radio and reported that there was a burglar alarm going off at a house west of town.
Monkeys make great companions, just not on long road trips. They are fine till you stop at the Sonic drive through and buy them dinner.