“Grumbling again about this trip, Martha? I’ve told you that staying home would be best, but it was your idea, and here we are in the middle of the night in a place we don’t know on a dark road, looking for a motel. I know you thought we could drive straight through, but I’m beat. It’s two in the morning and I don’t think I can drive any further!”
Frank sees a small light in the distance. The car starts to sputter because it’s running out of gas. Finally a part of a neon sign is seen ahead, blinking on and off. It is the “It’ll Do Motel”. The car dies at the entryway. Frank gets out as an old woman dressed only in a nightgown, points a rifle at him. “Need a room?” she barks.
“Martha, this is the icing on the cake!”
Note: This is based on a true story, mine.