Suspicious Town
I was driving down the highway when one of my tires blew out. I stopped and changed it, but still, something seemed wrong with it.
I stopped for the night at a motel. I asked the manager to come look at the tire, but he said he couldn’t, he was busy. What was wrong with him? What could be more important than looking at my spare tire? Why was he acting so suspicious?
At the diner I asked the waitress about the guy at the motel. “What’s with him?” I said. She said she didn’t know, he always seemed normal to her. That was weird. Why would she say that?
I went into the bathroom, and there, on the wall were the words “You Suck.” It must have been written by the manager at the motel, but how did he get there before me? I asked the waitress, and she asked me to leave!
No problem! I got in my car and drove away, as fast as I could.