My first truck stop shower was luxurious.
I couldn’t believe it was happening.
I got a key to my very own private bathroom and shower!
I danced around and celebrated like a fool.
(Behind the closed door, of course.)
For my second shower I brought in my Jambox and listened to my usual morning gospel tunes.
I briefly wondered if I was going to get comments when I eventually walked out the door.
I’m embarrassed to say how long it took me to figure out that the hot and cold water was reversed.
So I won’t.