Soapy Traffic Detour

Eric's been stuck all damn week playing traffic cop at this dusty back-road construction site, waving folks through like some punchline hero nobody appreciates. Drivers glare like he's personally ruining their day, flipping him off left and right—yeah, that was the breaking point, the one that had him seething. Screw this noise; weekend finally rolls in, and he's eyeing that ad for Soapy Massage like it's his personal savior. Legs screaming from eight hours of standing, morale in the gutter? Hell yeah, he's marching in for some slick, soapy relief that'll wash away the week's bullshit and crank his spirits right back up.