The passengers, a bit groggy, begin to wonder when we will stop. The funny thing about the rest stops, is the bus drivers, will make it sound as though they are giving us the passengers a break, as if we are in the middle of back- breaking manual labor. We'll give you a fifteen minute rest break. We shuffle in, not really sure if this is where we want to eat, but then again, not having a choice. I am not sure whether I should leave my things, or take them with me.
Some people stay on the bus.
Like most, I have no idea when we are stopping, so I decide to eat now. I notice most people take their money, and leave their coats and backpacks. Much like a youth hostel, if someone takes your stuff, its not like you won't have a pretty good idea who it was, by the fact only so many of you are there. The bus schedule is printed on the white board near the kitchen. We are the first to arrive this morning, and the employees seem cranky.