When I got done "freshening up", they were still at the map and we somehow started talking to each other. We all introduced ourselves and briefly talked about where we were going.
The gentleman then started telling me three or four different stories about himself more ore less at the same time. He jumped back and forth between these narratives, switching between them unpredictably (with the gentlewoman interjecting elements as well).
Eventually I said I needed to get going, we had been talking nearly an hour. But before I hit the road again, the gentlewoman went back to the bus and came back with half a loaf of freshly baked bread and gave it to me (she had found out I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast). Just as I was stepping back into my van, the gentleman waved at me and yelled across the rest stop from his bus emphasizing the theme from his stories, "Remember! Make time to have fun!" He meant in work and life.
I hit the road after that and drove a few more hours before sleeping at a different rest stop. I hope they figured out how to get where they were going, and I thank them again now for the gift of the bread, which nourished more than just my body and was sorely needed at the time.
Good night, all you wonderful people. See you soon. Remember! Make time to have fun!
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