There was a young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of clothes out of his knapsack. He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism.
He could get some coffee and something to eat. He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. Michael had been driving for three hours in the rain, and it would surely be another three at best before he arrived home.
