The Desert

I was driving across the desert when I ran out of gas.

I sat for a while, not wanting to believe my situation.

Just then I heard a tapping at the passenger window. It was an armadillo.

I leaned over and opened the car door and asked the armadillo what it wanted. The armadillo said, “I’ve never been in a car before, can I come in?” I said yes.

The armadillo sat in the passenger seat. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Then we made out.

Armadillos don’t have lips so it didn’t feel all that good. But still I got some comfort from my difficult situation.