Olive garden's endless breadsticks

I think the worst thing about the interstate is the constant reminder that your truck needs an alignment the whole time you're on it. But then that gets you thinking, what about all the other alignments I need in my life? Then you're thinking about all the things that need changed and fixed, and the things you don't know how to change and fix. Then there it is, the massive mental breakdown. You're a sobbing, teary eyed, red cheeked wreck there on the interstate for all to glare at while you sit there in your windowed mobile cage of emotions. You're traveling 70 mph and getting no further away from all the mistakes that latch on to you while carrying your trailer hitched bullshit. The goddamn interstate. An Amazonian River of asphalt carrying an oceans wieght of your pain from one destination to the other and it's just a whirlpool of hurt going nowhere.