Back in Town
You must love a business trip. One that takes you from home, steals a weekend, and makes for very long hours of work in a hot factory. I suppose life could be worse. Some trips are nice. Like the one Sara and I took to Toronto. My past trip was not as nice.
I spent most of the trip trying to amuse myself looking from topics to write about. The best occurred on the way down an empty stretch of road. It was there I passed the Bustin Loose Trailer Park. Don't get me wrong, trailer parks can always be funny in that Jerry Springer kind of way, but this was funny because of the name Bustin Loose and it looked like the entire place had been busted loose by a storm. That was funny, very funny was the salvage and home improvement store down the road selling used trailer parts like doors and windows. Looks like the guy gathered up the loose parts that landed in his yard and decided to sell them back to the people who lost them.
I spent most of the trip trying to amuse myself looking from topics to write about. The best occurred on the way down an empty stretch of road. It was there I passed the Bustin Loose Trailer Park. Don't get me wrong, trailer parks can always be funny in that Jerry Springer kind of way, but this was funny because of the name Bustin Loose and it looked like the entire place had been busted loose by a storm. That was funny, very funny was the salvage and home improvement store down the road selling used trailer parts like doors and windows. Looks like the guy gathered up the loose parts that landed in his yard and decided to sell them back to the people who lost them.
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