For safety’s sake, you don’t celebrate your escape as a success until you’ve reached Oregon country – Eugene, Oregon. The first meal you have where you’re comfortable enough to show your face is at a Jack-in-the-Box.
“I’ll have a Del Trio Grilled Sandwich and a side of curly fries,” you tell the drive-thru speaker.
After taking a big victory bite of that Genoa salami and pickle filet, you only notice the hard object until it’s too late and feel it lodge neatly in your trachea as you gasp. When the EMT searches for the cause of asphyxiation after your death, she scoops out a plastic decoder ring with her longest finger.
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