Hoooooooooooooooonk. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Honk. Beeeeeeeep. Honking and beeping surrounded her on the 540 East highway. Oh, dear Spudllama thought to herself, the traffic is just awful I should have taken the 609. It was too bad that she didn't have any plants with her, she hadn't wanted them to dehydrate and her portable plant waterer had a leak and she had accidentally run over her backup plant waterer the other day, driving wasn't her forte. She had barely passed the driver's ed test. She put her head on the driver's wheel and started doing breathing. In two three, out two three. In two three, out two three. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! She jumped, people could be so rude.
Then she saw it... out of the corner of her eye a vibrant green caught her attention. Grey surrounded it all but the plants, the turquoise, the ripples of water, the yoga mat it got her attention. It was the billboard. The ZenCorner billboard. Duker Wearradithalop's billboard. And... it was only 1.2 miles off the next exit. The traffic was not going to get much better and she didn't know how much longer she could stand all the honking and beeping that interrupted her quiet meditation. Why not.
She pressed the accelerator and veered right. She was free from the traffic.
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Werradithalop
SpiritualeA spiritual journey that will have you captivated. A guy named Duke. A highway. An advertisement. A newspaper. A run. And a plot twist at the end. What's not to like?
