The setting is some podunk little shit-hole in the middle of nowhere.
I’m beginning to fell like this whole trip has been a string of podunk shit-holes, strung together by crappy roads and crappy drivers.
The only place to eat that we can afford is a Burger King. As Mel tries to explain to the 90 year old toothless woman behind the counter what a veggie-whopper is, I saunter up to the cute young girl at the other register.
