Le même procédé...

Uaaah and yawn, it is Tuesday morning long before the gas station opens and I can hardly see through the dew that the approaching autumn has left on my headlights.

Right-wing and slave drivers (that's what I like to call my highly esteemed owners when they try to ruin my day again) have dragged me to their hut and stuffed me full as if they were fleeing the hurricane on the east coast.

And yet they just want to spend a few days at the - in my opinion, also inhabited - North Sea.

But before I can lay down on my lazy and by then surely completely dirty skin, I have to go through the same procedure again and again.

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Getting up at dawn to not miss anything

Fortunately, already done!

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Driving off and stuffing oneself with some McDonald's stuff

I cannot remember ever being directed to such a fast food joint during the year. But on vacation, it's sooo great, and I have to stand in front of the door again and longingly look across the street where the tastiest fuel is. They even have a car wash...

But no, the main thing is that the people use the restroom!

And when they came back, they giggled excitedly and were totally thrilled that the place has a self-service kiosk and table service!

Hey, guys, have you never seen a self-service gas station before? My humans are so yesterday!