A HOTEL ROOM ON HWY 19

What a dream vacation I am having; I am sucking down my second extra-large Diet Coke of the day typing on the hotel's computer in the main lobby after leaving my husband and mother-in-law both snoring in her living room. My backpack is stowed in the ugliest hotel room I have ever imagined - not filthy, or yucky, but just UGLY - and the only meal I've had today consisted on french toast that tasted just like scrambled eggs - or perhaps it was actually scrambled eggs that just LOOKED like french toast.

This town reminds me of West-By-God-Virginia (not the nice sections with DC commuters) in that 62% of the population appears to have married extremely close relations with bad teeth and frizzled hair. I am feeling quite thin (and at 185 lbs. that says something) and high-class (give a moment to let the laughter die down after that).

However, the rental car is a nice Mazda sedan, I've reading a couple of new books, I have Harmony on retainer so I can call her whenever I begin to really flip out, and although it is incredibly hot, humid and overcast, at least air conditioning has been invented.

How much trouble do you think I would be in if I simply got in the rental and drove back to Arizona?