​​​​​​Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.

The burrowing bohemian (continued)

Blip! "Go back to the motel!”

Blip! “Okay, you’re the boss.”

Blip! “Let me know when we're there!” Blip!

When we got back to the motel, I noticed there were three police cars in the parking lot. A lot of activity was brewing in front of the room my restless rodent had emerged from earlier. I told her what I saw, and she reacted as if the back seat had electricity racing through its springs.

Blip! “Keep going!”

Blip! “Which way do you want me to go?”

Blip! “I don’t care! Just go!” Blip!

We ended up at an apartment building, where she found a friend who could take her in for the night. We had driven around the city for about two hours and ended up a whopping one mile away from the motel.

Nevertheless, I gained some insight while spending time with my panicky passenger. During the last leg of our adventure, she divulged some classified information to me.

Earlier at the motel, she got into a fight with her boyfriend. When he realized the situation was hopeless, he became infuriated and called the police. He knew the mysterious mole had an outstanding warrant, and she knew the boys in blue would be very curious about it.