Here's a story from my Hannibal, Missouri days. I worked the graveyard shift at a convenience store. I had many late-night visitors to the station who just wanted to talk. One of them was a woman in her thirties named Karen. She was married to a guy named Duane. I've given those two new names for this account, just to give the couple a bit of privacy, I suppose.
Another Hannibal Story
Another Hannibal Story
Another Hannibal Story
Here's a story from my Hannibal, Missouri days. I worked the graveyard shift at a convenience store. I had many late-night visitors to the station who just wanted to talk. One of them was a woman in her thirties named Karen. She was married to a guy named Duane. I've given those two new names for this account, just to give the couple a bit of privacy, I suppose.