The Desert Fridge

Saturday, 2:22 PM

Rod: we haven't seen a single car in three hours

Rob: great shortcut, Rod

Rod: the GPS doesn't lie, dude

Rob: the GPS has never seen this desert before

Carmen: where are you guys right now

Rod: route 93 in nevada, south of lake mead on the way to vegas

Rod: image1.jpg

Jake: holy crap this looks like mars

Martha: it's pretty but kinda creepy

Rob: Let's stop for a bit

Carmen: what's up

Rob: there's something on the shoulder

Rod: image2.jpg

Rod: it's a fridge

Rob: a fridge next to a dead tree in the middle of the desert

Jake: haha so american, probably has beers in it

Carmen: Jake, please

Rob: the door is facing the road. someone left it here on purpose

Carmen: Rod, don't touch it

Rod: just a quick look

Carmen: rod

Rod: the door's cracked open

Jake: seriously, leave the fridge alone

Rod: guys