My back teeth were swimming

Have you ever gone on a car trip during which you know you should have gone before, but you didn't feel like it and now here you are an hour from any potential relief station, searching the horizon desperately for a little forest but instead finding only neatly-manicured hedges, highway on one side, cute little Irish cottage on the other, or fields of cows and sheep lazily grazing, free to empty their bladders without moving an inch, looking at you unsympathetically from behind forbidding fences that offer no entrance to the poor soul who is beginning to sweat whilst crossing legs and gritting teeth until finally, you turn a corner in the middle of nowhere and see this:



It is at a time like this that you'll pay $10 for a cup of coffee and think it was the bargain of the century.