Why Service Stations Are Way More Fun Than Your Actual Destination

I’m no longer in a car, you think. I can do whatever I want, for about 20 minutes. I’m going to do… two wees. Stretching your legs feels borderline orgasmic, every step longer than the last, every surface inviting you to jump on it and do a dance as though you’re Moose from the Step Up films (you don’t need to have seen them to get that reference, really, he’s just a person who dances on shit).