My friend and I decided to “just drive and see where we end up”. We ended up at a motorway service station forty minutes from home, where we spent two hours deciding where to go next. Then it got dark, so we drove home. We have photos. They’re all of a vending machine. It was out of order. It’s the most accurate picture of my twenties that exists.
You went looking for yourself and found a broken vending machine forty minutes from home. Accurate, at least.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS?