Half Life

I had an old car that I drove all over the continent, with a cooler that had some salsa and ranch dressing, tomatoes and a loaf of bread. We would make falafels on a coleman at rest areas or the side of the highway. One time, I spilled a drop of ranch dressing about the size of a loonie on the car and didn't clean it up. Years later, through Canadian winters and BC rains, the spot of ranch dressing was still there. Safe to say, I don't eat ranch dressing any more.

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