The AC in the tour bus drones on as you sink into your seat, a wave of resignation washing over you. "Welcome to the boonies" your inner voice groans, echoing the sentiment you've felt since your parents announced this "family vacation.”
The bus pulls into a parking lot of the "Splitting Lumber." You can already imagine the greasy food and questionable hygiene. "Back in an hour," the tour guide shouts.
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