Every weekend, when I travel through Alton Bay, my car gets violently sucked to the side of the curb in front of Pop's and then, strangely, I black out for a little while.
By the time I come to, I'm parked at the marina, big smile on my face, the inside of my car smells like fried seafood, shrimp tails are in the cup holder, onion rings between the seat and center console, dirty napkins piled in my lap and my clothes are covered with crumbs and tarter sauce.
Aliens??..........Alton Bay Triangle?????........Heaven!
P.S. of course I eat the crumbs on my shirt
