A Short Road Trip, An Old Question

My ventures have recently been relegated to the weekends.

This weekend I again found myself making my way up and down I-95, but unlike the other times, I was not alone.  Not even a little bit.

Trusty Navigator/Passenger Wrangler

Little bits 1 and 2 were in the backseat, and on the way home we picked up little bit #3.  I’m sure there is some mathematical theorem explaining how 2+1=7million decibals; I can’t explain it, but I have experienced it.

Even short trips, with little people, are made long by many stops, which brings up my question.

best roadtrip pants EVER.

Who writes on restroom walls?  No, I suppose that’s not the real question, we can make some assumptions about those who take the time to leave a mark in public lavatories, the real question, one I’m afraid to ask, is does anyone ever call those numbers?

There, between the swastikas and the “N” word, is a phone number.  Is it real?  Whose is it?  Did someone write it as a prank or maybe something worse?