"Do not reverse. Serious Tire Damage!"
I know that I should be deeply concerned about this, but thanks to the miracle of something called a 'loss damage waiver' there's really no consequence to hearing what the sound of four perfectly good tires blowing out at once would sound like.
Would they all pop at once?
Would the rental car company employees actually notice if I return the car on it's rims?
These are the ridiculous theoretical questions one asks oneself when it's 430 in the morning and one's brain cannot properly function.
There's no amount of coffee that can counteract the effects of three hours sleep. I guess eventually the brain catches up to the rest defecit. Perhaps it happens after breakfast? Perhaps it reaches equilibrium somewhere in the afternoon... perhaps it takes an entire day of Cheetos and VH1 to recoup?
The hallucinations hit once I get into the terminal.
It's a cow. Wearing a spacesuit. Waving the flag.
Houston, we have a problem.
