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I know it must be a corny joke and resignedly say, “no, bro
I don’t.”
“A ceiling fan!” Tod says while maniacally laughing at his
own joke.

Even though it was a stupid joke, it lightens mine and the
driver’s mood. The atmosphere is filled with laughter, Tod seems to
have an unlimited supply of jokes.

“Hey are you ready for the next one,” Tod asked happily.

“Yes, I hope it’s better than the last one,” I answered.
“Do you know which man can fly? A man with a Mo-hawk.”

Tod likes to make jokes about the driver’s rebellious
hairstyle, which I think makes him look younger than he is. The
driver has been with our family for a long time since his father
started driving for my grandfather thirty years ago. The driver is in
his forties. As Tod pauses to think of new jokes, the driver fills the
silence with stories of my humorous childhood. One of the most
embarrassing moments is when he tells Tod that I enjoyed eating
dirt when I was a kid and tried to convince my mom to eat it with
me. Tod bursts into laughter and looks like he can't stop. I also start
to giggle about my shameful past as we approach the hotel’s
parking lot.
It is dusk and raining cats and dogs with thunder and
lightning permeating the air as we arrive at the shabby motel
across from the local theater. I arrange for the driver to come and
pick us up two nights later. Before he leaves, he gives us a weird
look and asks us if we plan to stay there.