There’s this sleazy little motel-the Econododge-you can hit up just down from Exit XYZ-
-of course, no one talks about what goes on there.
That’s just not happening.
You’re not gonna say one word about your visit.
Not because you’re afraid of scandal.
You just don’t remember.
Really.
You don’t remember a thing.
No one who goes there ever remembers a goddamn thing.
Well . . . there’s one thing that sticks with you . . .
It’s not actually a memory of anything.
Because, more than likely, nothing happened.
Not like in the usual sense.
But you are left with something nice: the afterglow.
That’s right!
This sleazy motel just skips right to the best part.
As close to a truly frictionless experience as you’re likely to get in this world.
10 out of 10, amirite?
Of course . . . if you’re into friction . . . then the Econododge probably isn’t for you.
It’s how it goes.
Billions served . . . but you can’t please everybody . . .
