Motel 6

A good friend recently reminded me of a story he likes to tell. I haven't thought about this in almost 20 years! When we were in high school we drove to Eads Colorado (get a map) to visit his family. It was him and I and two other friends. On the long way home, apparently the two of us girls were too afraid to go to the bathroom on the side of the road (or too prissy) and we made the boys stop at a Motel. Since it was closed we knocked on the random door of some guy and asked if we could use his bathroom. Some day, far far away, when my daughters are in their 40's, I might be able to tell them about my younger years. But not for a long long time. How did I ever make it out of my 20's alive?