A cool, quiet room in Tracy, California. A welcome space, though small as motel rooms go, to relax. A great improvement over 18 hours in a truck, most of those parked in the California sun.
"Is this OK with you?" the Trucker asked as we pushed through the door with bags and baggage.
"It is wonderful! Thank you!" his Passenger replied, then added teasingly, "As long as I don't get nightmares from the orange paint on the walls!"
Next morning as we packed to depart, the Trucker inquired. "Are you planning to have nightmares today?"
Confused, I stopped and searched his face. He grinned.
"Your shirt and the stripes on your skirt are exactly the same shade as the walls of this room."
Oh, me.
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