There was going to be a mutiny last night if we didn’t stop and get a hotel. Without a Chief Technical Officer, and a chase driver, I’m worthless, so I went along with the plan, and we stopped in Rawlins, Wyoming.
This morning, the staff asked 5 times if we were checking out. On the 6th time I replied “Pretty soon. We just need to get the bloodstains out of the carpet”.
They stopped asking.