My knee was pressed hard up against the gray plastic steering wheel, my pants finding their grip on the dark grime left by countless previous renters of the 15-foot Uhaul I was driving. I was steering this way with my left leg so my hands would be free . . . to eat.
I know, I know—I shouldn’t have been doing this while driving.
Bu…
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