Thoughtful driving tips from ESO. Number three.

This is Kieran. He's doing 70 on the motorway.

On his way to a cheeky spa appointment, though his diaries as he's visiting a client.

Naughty Kieran, lowering his speed to 60 could save him up to 9% in fuel on the journey.

Enjoy that hot stone massage, Kieran.

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Jerking awake, I peer around in the half light, noticing others slowly moving and nearly

naked bodies around me. The damp concrete floor is cold, and for a moment, I think I'm outside.

The place certainly is drafty enough to be outdoors, but as I turn

and look behind me, I can see a large metal wall stretching up to a similar ceiling high overhead.

The alarm sound is coming from a couple of large speakers, positioned some 15 feet above the

heavy-duty metal doors set in that wall.

What the hell is this happy horse shit?

A guy says from nearby, getting to his knees.

Like me, he's wearing only blue and white striped boxer shorts.

Looking around, I see a total of five other guys, all wearing the same style of boxer shorts.

When I went to bed last night, I was wearing

tidy whiteies. A sudden flush of anger stiffens my muscles at the obvious violation. Gritting my

teeth, I get to my feet and look around for someone to blame, but I don't recognize any of the

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