I am parked at a truckstop just South of my destination, Indianapolis. I had stopped several places along the way to do my laundry but I guess everyone and his brother had the same idea and everywhere I stopped all of the machines were in use. It was the same story when I got here. All of the washing machines were being used and there were several people waiting for their turn at them.
I wanted to get a shower but saw no point in doing so and then putting on the same jeans. I checked the store and they didn't have any jeans for sale. They did however have these very ugly camouflage cargo pants. Oh well, better than nothing I guess.
I had my shower and donned the pants. Damn these things are ugly. Maybe they wouldn't look quite so bad if I had a shirt to match, but they didn't have any left in my size. Camo pants and a blue denim shirt. Yuk. I look like a refugee from a backwoods flea market. Worst case I'll hit the laundromat near the office when I get back to the yard tomorrow night (I'm hoping I'll be heading straight there anyway). If not I'll find a store to buy some proper jeans.