Traveling Solo

November 13
Friday

 It occurs to me on this Friday the 13th that there are many conversations I don't have while
traveling alone:

I don't care, what do you want to do?
No, you decide.
But we just ate.
It's my turn to pick this time.
No, I don't know how much farther to the next town.
We don't need gas yet.
Yes, I filled it up at the last place.
 I checked the tires.
We'll change the radio station as soon as I hear the rest of this story.
No I don't know where there might be a Bocce court. Google it.
Let's have the windows open for awhile for some fresh air.
No, I don't think that was a coyote back there. It was a dog.
I'm sure it was not a cow.
The weather report didn't call for a hurricane today.
Where do you think you left it?
No, it's not too late to go back. Better than buying a new one.
It's too early to stop.
Really we can drive at least another hour.
Where do you want to eat?
No, I picked last time.
etc