Tonopah, NV

We spent the night in the somewhat scary "Clown Motel" in Tonopah with a "life-size" pre-Ronald McDonald Clown and a "without a doubt haunted" cemetery from 1911 right next to it . At least that was the information given to us by the woman who gave us the key.
My brother decided to defrost the fridge in the hotel room. During the small hours. He is funny that way. You never know what is going to happen. I might also mention the scary ghost finger that opened the shower curtain when I was in there… "haunted, proven beyond doubt" exactly how this is measured I did not have the energy to ask.

As the sun came up we looked around the main street, fittingly called "Erie Street" about four times looking for the place where the breakfast was served: the Sidewinders.
We got ourselves some bacon and eggs and what not but we got something else that we had not bargained for: the kitchen girl came out to tell me that she never made eggs sunny side up before. I then shortly explained what to look for in one sentence and then she said: "I will not be able to remember that."
Perfect.

We ate and decided to climb a mountain so when we were about to pay the kitchen girl came back and asked about the eggs again!? And then she asked us a few more questions and could not care less for the answer. A fantastic way to signal: I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU (but I do mind the tip).