End Of The Road

I met a man at the hotel who needed his air conditioning adjusted for he was hot. A big, burly man of about 45, he told me that he was an ex-Marine from Missouri, up here to take his 18 year old daughter back home with him. He commented that her life was not working out at all for her up here with his ex, and that the daughter was desperate over how messy and untenable that her life had become. I did not have a lot of time, nor did I want to pry. As I left his room, I just commented a human's life is like a stuck computer sometimes. All you can do is reboot it and start over.