Ferret asked me this morning to drive him down to Perlis truck stop for a shower. I think the shower cost $7 dollars he said. It was a long drive down the interstate without my radio as it says I need to enter a code to get it to work (some anti-theft bullshit). They unhooked the battery when they changed the locks on my car. I suspect I will have to take it to the dealership and fork out moolah to get it fixed.
Ferret looked like a new man after a shower and shave. I dropped him off at the laundromat in town so he could launder the clothes in a big black plastic trash bag he was toting around.
"I am still going to get a home," he told me fiercely as he got out of my car.
"Keep talking like that and you will," I replied as I bid him goodbye.
I drove off as Ferret was carrying his bag inside. He was on his own for the rest of the day.
I would always shower at the truck stop as well when I was homeless. I would ride my motorcycle over from God's country, carrying a daypack of clean or almost clean clothes. They would give you a bar of soap, wash cloth, and a drying towel. You would have to enter the code they gave you to open the door to a small room where you would shower. I always remember the water being very hot. I was no stranger to truck stops being an over-the-road truck driver for almost a year.