Tiselle
After refueling, I got back on the road and drove until I was right by the interstate ramp. By this time, my shoulder and ribs were hurting something awful, so I decided to dine in at the sub shop that was connected to the gas station.
The meatball sub I ordered was surprisingly tasty, but the booth was super uncomfortable. It didn’t seem like a better choice than my car, so I chose not to stay any longer than necessary.
I made it through the first set of interstate exchanges, then I decided to pull into the next rest stop. The drive was going smoothly in terms of traffic, but my ribs were killing me, and I simply couldn’t sit in the upright position any longer.
With no other viable option, I got out of the driver’s seat and moved to the back seat, so I could stretch my body
