Mad Max vacation
When you're too poor to go on a real vacation, too lazy to stay home, and too proud to take a bus. You just hop in your black car, bring your dog, and drive until you’re either out of gas or out of your mind.
I brought my dog, my pride, and my last $20 to go on a Mad Max vacation. It was glorious.
My Mad Max vacation was just me, my dog, and a gas station coffee that tasted like regret.
I told my friends I was going on a vacation. They asked where. I said, ‘Somewhere with gas stations and no people.’