Brandi Lands on her feet?

Shane once read or more likely saw on a television show that truckers often fall into a pseudo REM cycle sleep on their long hauls, but whatever rest he may have been getting ended with a wallop as for the second time in twelve hours one of his retreads came apart. The sign said five thirteen miles to the nearest town so Shane decided to limp there and find a shop.

The disheveled shop at the edge of town wore a “Closed until Monday” sign on the front gate…it was Friday going on Saturday. With a severe case of truck-cabin-fever Shane walked past the flickering neon V C NCY sign to the dirty motel office and picked up a key.

-So Brandi, you used to date Rusty?-

-I did for a long time…too long. He’s just too-he’s just not what I want anymore-

-Then why am I driving you there, if you don’t mind?-

-Well he’ll let me in. I mean he’s still wrapped around my finger. I’ll get what I need and then get back out-

This was just too much for Glenda. The car screeched to a halt and a very confused Brandi was left on the shoulder of the dark road. With Rusty’s place miles away and the motel money still in hand Brandi decided Rusty’s could wait until morning. So she started walking.

Shane grabbed all his gear from his truck; in his experience you can’t trust a small town mechanic, As he carried all his worldly possessions, all two duffel bags worth to his room he nearly bowled over a small exhausted looking woman.

-Excuse me ma’am I didn’t see you there.-

-Oh it’s alright I’m just getting my exercise before bed-

-Shane’s the name-

-Oh uh I’m Brandi, good to meet you-