I was on my way back home from a business trip to Santa Fe, NM when I noticed the check engine light on my dash.

Well, damn, what the hell’s wrong?

It was about 9:45 pm on a Saturday and I was on the outskirts of Vaughn, NM. My boyfriend convinced me to stay off the interstate and take the back way home.

No construction slowdowns, small one horse towns, no state troopers, less traffic, etc., and sure enough, Vaughn was a one horse town.

Fortunately a convenience store was open and I ...