I made good on my promise to play in the snow with Joey this morning. Mercifully, he has a short attention span, so he only hit me in the face with a couple of snowballs before deciding we needed to make snow angels in the front yard, where God could see them. (I’m not sure why he thought God wouldn’t be able to see them in the backyard, but I decided it was probably easier just to roll with it and not ask too many questions.)
When we got done, we walked out to the truck stop to get something warm to drink. You know that scene in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where the vending machine makes something that tastes “almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea”? I always think of that scene when I drink truck-stop cappuccino.
I can live without many things, but cappuccino is not one of them. Besides … having an espresso machine in the lobby might be a good gimmick: “Stay at the Tumbleweed Motel — Home of the Free Cappuccino!”
Let’s see Motel 6 one-up that.