Mad Max vacation
You’re so broke and lazy you just drive a muscle car with your dog and hope the next gas station has a decent sandwich. It’s like a vacation, but it’s also a cry for help.
My Mad Max vacation was just me, my dog, and a sandwich that I didn’t like but I ate anyway.
I drove for 12 hours, my dog slept, and I cried in a gas station parking lot. That was my vacation.
I told my dog I was going on a vacation. He just looked at me like I was crazy.