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Rest Stops: Created By Felons?

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I use to do a lot of traveling by car using the incredible and efficient highway system of this great country of ours. The last couple of trips I’ve taken have resulted in the using of a rest stop.

 

Just to be clear, (and I think we all know what a rest stop is but…) a rest stop is nothing more than a building with a male and female bathroom in it. Perhaps a vending machine or picnic tables, maybe even an area to “exercise” your dogs. The main ingredient of qualification is that it’s not manned by anyone, meaning there are no employed people overseeing its use. Which means it is fair game for the crazies.

 

I just got to tell you, rest stops scare the hell out of me. They’re the creepiest thing on earth. They always seem too far off the highway, behind trees or other obstructions and ghost-town vacant. All of them seem like the perfect place to commit an act of unspeakable carnage or an unimaginable, heinous crime.

 

I can’t believe the horror industry doesn’t use rest stops for a setting of “slasher” films, (if you exclude Rest Stop and Rest Stop 2).

 

In a world that’s scared of its own shadow, with piles of money being wasted by parking lots that can be seen from outer space, putting excessively bright light poles in every park and on every street corner, it’s amazing to see that these potential “houses of horror” still remain in use.

 

I believe that a bunch of ex-convicts, all of which having multiple felonies of a very colorful nature, got together and formed a “legit” business that focus solely on the commissioning and erecting of these places “predator playgrounds” so that they could use them for their future evil indulgences. Paranoid much?

 

OK, maybe I am being a little ridiculous. Perhaps I am basing this off of only a small handful of “run down” rest stops that I have visited. Maybe you know of some real classy ones, even prestigious or luxurious. I shouldn’t judge a rest stop by its cousins, just its smell, right? At the very least they’re good for selling drugs and midnight trucker love.

 

See you at mile marker 88 tonight?

 

Egg On!

Ramblin Rooster

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Written by Ramblin' Rooster

January 5, 2009 at 4:37 am

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  1. blackcatonedolar

    January 5, 2009 at 11:05 am


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