Connecticut Ain’t So bad! (Just watch out for the M.I.B!)
I’ve been spending so much time running around Connecticut lately, I even learned how to spell the name without spell checker! The Monday Gigs are becoming a regular beginning of the week run for me. When I first started here, Connecticut was a rarity, if at all- then it slowly became a regularly covered area for our gang in Leesport.
The hassles of the state are many. The two major roads, 95 and 84 can be a crapshoot, either you get lucky with smooth sailing, or some type of incident causes a backup so long you’ll need a haircut till you get out, or in my case, a head shave. Finding parking can be flat out non-existent even more so then other areas. Some, not all, people on the road, are complete and total lunatics.
Learned a Lesson There!
I used to loathe it, but now not so much. At Schneider, I mostly passed through the darn state or stopped to pick up a load up in New Milford where they used to have a little drop yard/operating center. I used to like that place, I could get fuel and a shower, and even take a walk for some food. It’s also where I learned never stop driving the truck until the brakes are set, no matter how tired you are!
I rolled in there one evening, completely out of hours and completely out of energy. I pulled up on the fuel island and topped off the tanks and looked forward to getting a shower and some sleep. As I began to pull out, I had my eyes on an open slot off to my left and had nothing on my mind but getting the truck backed into that spot.
It was a true case of “the vehicle goes where you are looking”- as I pulled away I heard a terrible noise. I instantly looked in my drivers side mirror and hit the brakes. Too my absolute horror, I had caught the side of the trailer on a metal sign attached to a pole. The metal on metal sound was not a happy tune. Instead of pulling out straight ahead, like a normal, well behaved truck driver, I was drifting left toward my obsession with the open parking spot and got myself into a pickle.
I quickly backed up a bit, straightened out and fulfilled my desire to get into that spot. Then, I got out to look at the damage, of which there was not anything obvious. The thing was one of Schneider’s older trailers, which should have been taken into the desert and blown up long before I got it. There was no real way to tell what I just did compared to what ten thousand other misbehaving drivers did to add their art to it.
My next concern was the two people (who turned out to be drivers) standing by the shop which wasn’t far from the fuel island. I knew they had to have seen it, and I had to find out what they knew. I wasn’t sure what my next course of action would be, should I turn myself in like I was planning to? I was still a brand new driver, so I gathered what little shreds of pride I had left and slumped on over to the fellas.
Before I even had a chance to speak, the older and wiser looking guy spoke first.
“Did ja call the cops?”
He spoke real slow, in a southern accent as if to add to the drama to the situation. ( I would later learn he was a tanker driver from Texas waiting on his truck in the shop.) He didn’t look like he was kidding. I was scared.
“No, I wasn’t sure what to do....”
“Don’t ja worry bout it, cause we already called, they should be here in five minutes.”
I went from concerned to flat out panicked quicker then a farmer running from a sick looking pig. I was no longer tired.
Nobody spoke for what seemed like an eternity while I tried to put together rational thought patterns. Why did the cops have to be involved? Would I be locked up? Who would I call with my one phone call? Did I leave the iron on?
At that point, I must have looked panicked and both guys busted out laughing. Is there no better joy in the world then being the nights entertainment?
We talked about what went down. The Southern guy asked if I did damage to the sign or the pole. No. Did I do damage to the trailer? Hard to tell, it’s beat to heck already. He basically said to let bygones be bygones and since nobody but us saw it, let it go- no need to turn myself in to the company. He also made sure I understood the lesson, then related some of his own mis-adventures in the beginning days of his driving career, as if to make me feel like less of an idiot. He was wise after all.
That is what Connecticut taught me and thinking about it now, I think I learned a lesson (or two, or three..) In every state I have been to. Lessons are without limits, they can show up anywhere! We become wiser by learning from them.
It’s Never as Bad as it Seems!
Sometime within the last month, I was heading back to Leesport on a Thursday and had to make the call to see where Friday would take me. Most guys at my company have the same Thursday anxiety. Would we get lucky and get something easy and arrive home at a decent hour or would we end up a million miles away and get home very late, if not till the next morning. Hardly any of us takes it into consideration that our dispatch office looks out for us, and (in my opinion) tries to keep a certain amount of change in our pockets on a regular basis. If we only have some pennies, we might score a longer run to turn them into dollars. They’re good in that regard (and many others). Even so, anyone of us is prone to become like whiney kids who just want to get out of school and go play when the weekend comes around. Especially in Spring, when the weather’s nice as it was predicted to be on this particular weekend.
I finally made the call and was dismayed with what I learned: I got a TEN stop load starting in Derby Ct, and ending in does it really matter-now I’m screwed, Ct. I was pleasant on the phone but after I hung up I began to cry.
Not really shed a tear crying, but call the Wife and vent kind of crying:
“Dispatch doesn’t love me anymore, they gave me ten stops in Ct Tomorrow!”
“Forget all our plans, I’ll probably never get all those stops off and be stuck up there for weeks!”
“Waaaaaa!”
She patiently listened then gently reminded me I have done this song-and-dance before on a Thursday, and it’s never been as bad as I projected them to be.
“No, not this time- Ten stops on a Friday is physically impossible!”
“The end of the World is near!”
As soon as I got to Leesport, I grabbed the load and used every available hour of legality to get my butt up the first stop, where I camped out overnight. I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning, walked to a Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast then went about polishing one entire side of the trucks wheels. I was having such fun and was completely oblivious to the doom and gloom of the day when I noticed it was shortly past nine, when the store opened. Whoops! Got in, got that stop unloaded and went about my day (which surprisingly enough, contained no doom or gloom).
Long story short, I breezed through all ten stops like I knew what I was doing and was empty at an exceptionally early hour. All the stops were close, the traffic was in my favor, and I was back at my house by seven thirty at night.
Maybe that Woman is right sometimes but one thing is for sure: Ten stops pays well and my pennies got turned into dollars! Thanks to my dispatch for capping off the week with a cake run!
The Characters it contains!
I recently was dispatched on a CT 12 stop, two day trip- 8 for one day, 4 for the next. When I got this load I had no hours left to pick it up and run, so I went home for the night. No big deal since I knew for certain I would be staying overnight on this trip therefore removing the concern of making it back legally. For some odd reason, (possibly my hatred of early awakenings) I told myself I could leave Leesport by 7am and make Danbury by 10am. I showed up more around the 11 o’clock hour. Not a big deal, but I’d need to hustle the rest of the day to get the scheduled 7 more done before the last customer closed at five! Game on!
The first thing at I see at my first stop is a rollback parked on the shoulder. My delivery point is on a one way, three lane busy street. I would need all of those lanes to back into a teeny-tiny driveway with cars parked on either side, just for fun. Lucky for me the rollback seemed not to be in my way and even luckier, the driver appeared out of nowhere and stopped traffic so I could do my thing. Of course it only took a minute and the people I briefly inconvenienced were surely impressed by my top notch skills. I thanked the guy for his goodwill gesture and called the customer to announce my arrival.
I let the guy on the phone know I was there.
“Right now?” he asked with a tone that well, I just knew what he would say next.
“The other guy is at the bank and I’m alone in the store- as soon as he gets back I’ll send him out.”
“Sounds good” I replied politely and went back to the trailer to see if I could begin to do some kind of something.
That’s when I met, or rather observed a man and a woman whom I assumed may have been homeless, or at the very least down on their luck and possibly under the influence of some kind of narcotic.
I never spoke to the Woman, but when the guy spotted me he became chatty. He asked if I was unloading and I informed him the customer will be right out to help me do just that (all the while thinking please don’t attack me with a knife, the customer's coming right out and you’ll be caught and go to jail!)
He asked a chain of questions along the lines of will they pay me for the furniture I am bringing. I told him no, they’ll pay later.
“Oh, so you’ll send them a bill?”
No, someone else will, it’s a corporate thing (which obviously he had no understanding for, quite possibly leading to his ‘down on luck’ condition.) He walked away mumbling about working at a grocery store once and I retreated to the inside of the trailer where I would secretly eavesdrop on two people down on their luck to see what they think about.
She says more then him.
“I need to go get a pack of cigarettes. I only have twenty cents.” I heard her say this at least three times.
I heard her say something about a war and him say something back about not since Vietnam. There were others things I heard that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Then, the woman walked over to a brick wall and leaned over and I was praying she wouldn’t jump into the water below. I simply didn’t have time for heroic rescue efforts, but would have if I had to. Police statements and interrogations would probably turn this into a three day trip.
I then watched her walk away, and return with a small bag that contained some empty cans. She again leaned over the wall and threw it into the water below. This disgusted me. I felt bad for the environment and had to bite my tongue not to scold her. I was still hoping to avoid being attacked with a knife.
Holy Smokes? How long has this little movie with me and my two friends been playing? I checked my phone to see when I called the customer and a good twenty minutes has slipped right by. So I call again and no, the guy is not back from the bank. I remained calm and polite and voiced my concerns that unfortunately other customers are waiting on me and I can’t stay and play all day.
Ten more minutes passed before the back door finally opened, my two friends disappeared into the day and finally someone was ready to help set me free into the rest of my day.
This guy was a whole new character to make this stop a memorable one. He seemed a little agitated- not necessarily at me, but rather the situation of being left alone to unload 34 pieces of furniture on his own. He wouldn’t be alone though, he had me and I’d do my best to make it fun.
I have developed a system that helps me enormously when it comes to dealing with other people. I call it the “mirror the emotions theory” and it goes like this:
They are happy, I’m happy to.
They are angry, I’m angry to!
Since this guy was expressing his angst at having to unload by himself, I joined his cause.
“I know it man! I still can’t believe my company gave me 12 stops up here, are paying me all this money and even force me to drive this horrible looking truck!” It worked and we became friends and enjoyed our time together.
SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: If you ever find yourself dealing with an angry person under no circumstances should you try my ‘mirror theory’ when dealing with angry police, red faced schoolteachers or pissed off wives. In these cases, you best be real good at thinking on your feet!
I think my new back-from-the-bank friend was Russian from his accent. I let him lead our discussion as we unloaded and it was pretty darn interesting. He was way deep into the way the world works behind the shadows. Some may even call him a fan of the conspiracy theory.
He began informing me that Swine flu was introduced as a distraction to what’s really going on in the world. We talked about how 2500 (and a half, for some reason) years ago people only worshiped the sun and things started to fall apart when people switched to Gods. We talked about shady Russian going on’s that he seemed to know a lot about. This was truly the first time I ever unloaded while going in depth about what may or not be happening in the worl....uh oh, hold on a second..............................................................
Okay, I’m back. I thought I caught a glimpse of one those silent black helicopters hovering near my truck. Turns out it was just the black roof of my truck and it’s CB antennas reflecting off the truck parked next to me. Enough with the conspiracy theories! Notice I did not mention my friends name or where he worked because I don’t want some guys in black suits (versus the ones in white jackets, who my Wife thinks should come and take ME away) to pay him a visit and no one will ever see him again.
SPECIAL NOTE TO TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT AGENTS: I think my friend and anyone else who engages in trying to learn about how the world secretly works are quite bananas and I’m perfectly happy keeping my nose in my business only, no need to come and take me away!
It was an enjoyable stop and he was fun to work (and talk) with, but it did become painful every time he paused for what seemed like an eternity to tell me another story. He eventually came to my truck so I could retrieve a pen to have the bills signed and finally be on my way. But not before he could ask me for a paper so he could write down some internet links for me to check out. I took them, but refuse to visit them (or plug them) for fear of retribution from above mentioned Top Secret Government Agents.
I finished my last scheduled stop of the day right at five and made my way to a truck stop in Milldale, CT. It was six once I arrived and I had concerns about finding a spot but my little trick of reserving a space by way of the Universe paid off- there was one lonely space left open for me, with bright lights shining upon it and all, which was odd because it was still daylight.
Once parked I could relax, get a shower, surf the internet and do some cyber-stalking of my friend Miss Gi-Gi Roxx. (That’s a bit of an inside joke unless you read her blog, and you should, if you want to be smart, like me!)
Interestingly enough, when I was walking back out from my shower a guy sitting on a piece of concrete asked me (in a non-threatening way) if I could help with him a ride heading East. I politely told him I was not heading that way and was happy he didn’t give off any vibes that said I was about to be attacked with a knife. Probably because there were too many people milling about and he would have been caught and sent to jail!
The next morning on my trip in to use the facilities, I exchanged pleasantries with a guy standing by the door. I knew I knew him but just couldn’t place him- and it bothered me a bit. Later during my pre-trip inspection, it hit me. He was the guy who asked me for help with a ride last night! He’s still there? Where did he sleep last night, or didn’t he? Perhaps he was at his gig of seeking a ride all night long! It sure must be important to get where he wants to go and I hope he made it!
Now that I think about it, people sure are interesting. Not just In Connecticut, but everywhere I go.
Okay, time to call my voice mail so I can see where I will be going on Monday.
Okay, got it.
Anyone want to take a gander on where I’m heading?
Can’t wait!
The hassles of the state are many. The two major roads, 95 and 84 can be a crapshoot, either you get lucky with smooth sailing, or some type of incident causes a backup so long you’ll need a haircut till you get out, or in my case, a head shave. Finding parking can be flat out non-existent even more so then other areas. Some, not all, people on the road, are complete and total lunatics.
Learned a Lesson There!
I used to loathe it, but now not so much. At Schneider, I mostly passed through the darn state or stopped to pick up a load up in New Milford where they used to have a little drop yard/operating center. I used to like that place, I could get fuel and a shower, and even take a walk for some food. It’s also where I learned never stop driving the truck until the brakes are set, no matter how tired you are!
I rolled in there one evening, completely out of hours and completely out of energy. I pulled up on the fuel island and topped off the tanks and looked forward to getting a shower and some sleep. As I began to pull out, I had my eyes on an open slot off to my left and had nothing on my mind but getting the truck backed into that spot.
It was a true case of “the vehicle goes where you are looking”- as I pulled away I heard a terrible noise. I instantly looked in my drivers side mirror and hit the brakes. Too my absolute horror, I had caught the side of the trailer on a metal sign attached to a pole. The metal on metal sound was not a happy tune. Instead of pulling out straight ahead, like a normal, well behaved truck driver, I was drifting left toward my obsession with the open parking spot and got myself into a pickle.
I quickly backed up a bit, straightened out and fulfilled my desire to get into that spot. Then, I got out to look at the damage, of which there was not anything obvious. The thing was one of Schneider’s older trailers, which should have been taken into the desert and blown up long before I got it. There was no real way to tell what I just did compared to what ten thousand other misbehaving drivers did to add their art to it.
My next concern was the two people (who turned out to be drivers) standing by the shop which wasn’t far from the fuel island. I knew they had to have seen it, and I had to find out what they knew. I wasn’t sure what my next course of action would be, should I turn myself in like I was planning to? I was still a brand new driver, so I gathered what little shreds of pride I had left and slumped on over to the fellas.
Before I even had a chance to speak, the older and wiser looking guy spoke first.
“Did ja call the cops?”
He spoke real slow, in a southern accent as if to add to the drama to the situation. ( I would later learn he was a tanker driver from Texas waiting on his truck in the shop.) He didn’t look like he was kidding. I was scared.
“No, I wasn’t sure what to do....”
“Don’t ja worry bout it, cause we already called, they should be here in five minutes.”
I went from concerned to flat out panicked quicker then a farmer running from a sick looking pig. I was no longer tired.
Nobody spoke for what seemed like an eternity while I tried to put together rational thought patterns. Why did the cops have to be involved? Would I be locked up? Who would I call with my one phone call? Did I leave the iron on?
At that point, I must have looked panicked and both guys busted out laughing. Is there no better joy in the world then being the nights entertainment?
We talked about what went down. The Southern guy asked if I did damage to the sign or the pole. No. Did I do damage to the trailer? Hard to tell, it’s beat to heck already. He basically said to let bygones be bygones and since nobody but us saw it, let it go- no need to turn myself in to the company. He also made sure I understood the lesson, then related some of his own mis-adventures in the beginning days of his driving career, as if to make me feel like less of an idiot. He was wise after all.
That is what Connecticut taught me and thinking about it now, I think I learned a lesson (or two, or three..) In every state I have been to. Lessons are without limits, they can show up anywhere! We become wiser by learning from them.
It’s Never as Bad as it Seems!
Sometime within the last month, I was heading back to Leesport on a Thursday and had to make the call to see where Friday would take me. Most guys at my company have the same Thursday anxiety. Would we get lucky and get something easy and arrive home at a decent hour or would we end up a million miles away and get home very late, if not till the next morning. Hardly any of us takes it into consideration that our dispatch office looks out for us, and (in my opinion) tries to keep a certain amount of change in our pockets on a regular basis. If we only have some pennies, we might score a longer run to turn them into dollars. They’re good in that regard (and many others). Even so, anyone of us is prone to become like whiney kids who just want to get out of school and go play when the weekend comes around. Especially in Spring, when the weather’s nice as it was predicted to be on this particular weekend.
I finally made the call and was dismayed with what I learned: I got a TEN stop load starting in Derby Ct, and ending in does it really matter-now I’m screwed, Ct. I was pleasant on the phone but after I hung up I began to cry.
Not really shed a tear crying, but call the Wife and vent kind of crying:
“Dispatch doesn’t love me anymore, they gave me ten stops in Ct Tomorrow!”
“Forget all our plans, I’ll probably never get all those stops off and be stuck up there for weeks!”
“Waaaaaa!”
She patiently listened then gently reminded me I have done this song-and-dance before on a Thursday, and it’s never been as bad as I projected them to be.
“No, not this time- Ten stops on a Friday is physically impossible!”
“The end of the World is near!”
As soon as I got to Leesport, I grabbed the load and used every available hour of legality to get my butt up the first stop, where I camped out overnight. I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning, walked to a Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast then went about polishing one entire side of the trucks wheels. I was having such fun and was completely oblivious to the doom and gloom of the day when I noticed it was shortly past nine, when the store opened. Whoops! Got in, got that stop unloaded and went about my day (which surprisingly enough, contained no doom or gloom).
Long story short, I breezed through all ten stops like I knew what I was doing and was empty at an exceptionally early hour. All the stops were close, the traffic was in my favor, and I was back at my house by seven thirty at night.
Maybe that Woman is right sometimes but one thing is for sure: Ten stops pays well and my pennies got turned into dollars! Thanks to my dispatch for capping off the week with a cake run!
The Characters it contains!
I recently was dispatched on a CT 12 stop, two day trip- 8 for one day, 4 for the next. When I got this load I had no hours left to pick it up and run, so I went home for the night. No big deal since I knew for certain I would be staying overnight on this trip therefore removing the concern of making it back legally. For some odd reason, (possibly my hatred of early awakenings) I told myself I could leave Leesport by 7am and make Danbury by 10am. I showed up more around the 11 o’clock hour. Not a big deal, but I’d need to hustle the rest of the day to get the scheduled 7 more done before the last customer closed at five! Game on!
The first thing at I see at my first stop is a rollback parked on the shoulder. My delivery point is on a one way, three lane busy street. I would need all of those lanes to back into a teeny-tiny driveway with cars parked on either side, just for fun. Lucky for me the rollback seemed not to be in my way and even luckier, the driver appeared out of nowhere and stopped traffic so I could do my thing. Of course it only took a minute and the people I briefly inconvenienced were surely impressed by my top notch skills. I thanked the guy for his goodwill gesture and called the customer to announce my arrival.
I let the guy on the phone know I was there.
“Right now?” he asked with a tone that well, I just knew what he would say next.
“The other guy is at the bank and I’m alone in the store- as soon as he gets back I’ll send him out.”
“Sounds good” I replied politely and went back to the trailer to see if I could begin to do some kind of something.
That’s when I met, or rather observed a man and a woman whom I assumed may have been homeless, or at the very least down on their luck and possibly under the influence of some kind of narcotic.
I never spoke to the Woman, but when the guy spotted me he became chatty. He asked if I was unloading and I informed him the customer will be right out to help me do just that (all the while thinking please don’t attack me with a knife, the customer's coming right out and you’ll be caught and go to jail!)
He asked a chain of questions along the lines of will they pay me for the furniture I am bringing. I told him no, they’ll pay later.
“Oh, so you’ll send them a bill?”
No, someone else will, it’s a corporate thing (which obviously he had no understanding for, quite possibly leading to his ‘down on luck’ condition.) He walked away mumbling about working at a grocery store once and I retreated to the inside of the trailer where I would secretly eavesdrop on two people down on their luck to see what they think about.
She says more then him.
“I need to go get a pack of cigarettes. I only have twenty cents.” I heard her say this at least three times.
I heard her say something about a war and him say something back about not since Vietnam. There were others things I heard that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Then, the woman walked over to a brick wall and leaned over and I was praying she wouldn’t jump into the water below. I simply didn’t have time for heroic rescue efforts, but would have if I had to. Police statements and interrogations would probably turn this into a three day trip.
I then watched her walk away, and return with a small bag that contained some empty cans. She again leaned over the wall and threw it into the water below. This disgusted me. I felt bad for the environment and had to bite my tongue not to scold her. I was still hoping to avoid being attacked with a knife.
Holy Smokes? How long has this little movie with me and my two friends been playing? I checked my phone to see when I called the customer and a good twenty minutes has slipped right by. So I call again and no, the guy is not back from the bank. I remained calm and polite and voiced my concerns that unfortunately other customers are waiting on me and I can’t stay and play all day.
Ten more minutes passed before the back door finally opened, my two friends disappeared into the day and finally someone was ready to help set me free into the rest of my day.
This guy was a whole new character to make this stop a memorable one. He seemed a little agitated- not necessarily at me, but rather the situation of being left alone to unload 34 pieces of furniture on his own. He wouldn’t be alone though, he had me and I’d do my best to make it fun.
I have developed a system that helps me enormously when it comes to dealing with other people. I call it the “mirror the emotions theory” and it goes like this:
They are happy, I’m happy to.
They are angry, I’m angry to!
Since this guy was expressing his angst at having to unload by himself, I joined his cause.
“I know it man! I still can’t believe my company gave me 12 stops up here, are paying me all this money and even force me to drive this horrible looking truck!” It worked and we became friends and enjoyed our time together.
SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: If you ever find yourself dealing with an angry person under no circumstances should you try my ‘mirror theory’ when dealing with angry police, red faced schoolteachers or pissed off wives. In these cases, you best be real good at thinking on your feet!
I think my new back-from-the-bank friend was Russian from his accent. I let him lead our discussion as we unloaded and it was pretty darn interesting. He was way deep into the way the world works behind the shadows. Some may even call him a fan of the conspiracy theory.
He began informing me that Swine flu was introduced as a distraction to what’s really going on in the world. We talked about how 2500 (and a half, for some reason) years ago people only worshiped the sun and things started to fall apart when people switched to Gods. We talked about shady Russian going on’s that he seemed to know a lot about. This was truly the first time I ever unloaded while going in depth about what may or not be happening in the worl....uh oh, hold on a second..............................................................
Okay, I’m back. I thought I caught a glimpse of one those silent black helicopters hovering near my truck. Turns out it was just the black roof of my truck and it’s CB antennas reflecting off the truck parked next to me. Enough with the conspiracy theories! Notice I did not mention my friends name or where he worked because I don’t want some guys in black suits (versus the ones in white jackets, who my Wife thinks should come and take ME away) to pay him a visit and no one will ever see him again.
SPECIAL NOTE TO TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT AGENTS: I think my friend and anyone else who engages in trying to learn about how the world secretly works are quite bananas and I’m perfectly happy keeping my nose in my business only, no need to come and take me away!
It was an enjoyable stop and he was fun to work (and talk) with, but it did become painful every time he paused for what seemed like an eternity to tell me another story. He eventually came to my truck so I could retrieve a pen to have the bills signed and finally be on my way. But not before he could ask me for a paper so he could write down some internet links for me to check out. I took them, but refuse to visit them (or plug them) for fear of retribution from above mentioned Top Secret Government Agents.
I finished my last scheduled stop of the day right at five and made my way to a truck stop in Milldale, CT. It was six once I arrived and I had concerns about finding a spot but my little trick of reserving a space by way of the Universe paid off- there was one lonely space left open for me, with bright lights shining upon it and all, which was odd because it was still daylight.
Once parked I could relax, get a shower, surf the internet and do some cyber-stalking of my friend Miss Gi-Gi Roxx. (That’s a bit of an inside joke unless you read her blog, and you should, if you want to be smart, like me!)
Interestingly enough, when I was walking back out from my shower a guy sitting on a piece of concrete asked me (in a non-threatening way) if I could help with him a ride heading East. I politely told him I was not heading that way and was happy he didn’t give off any vibes that said I was about to be attacked with a knife. Probably because there were too many people milling about and he would have been caught and sent to jail!
The next morning on my trip in to use the facilities, I exchanged pleasantries with a guy standing by the door. I knew I knew him but just couldn’t place him- and it bothered me a bit. Later during my pre-trip inspection, it hit me. He was the guy who asked me for help with a ride last night! He’s still there? Where did he sleep last night, or didn’t he? Perhaps he was at his gig of seeking a ride all night long! It sure must be important to get where he wants to go and I hope he made it!
Now that I think about it, people sure are interesting. Not just In Connecticut, but everywhere I go.
Okay, time to call my voice mail so I can see where I will be going on Monday.
Okay, got it.
Anyone want to take a gander on where I’m heading?
Can’t wait!
Comments
Great post... I'm starting to worry about your fear of getting knifed, however. LOL
Enjoy CT for me... I'm hoping they'll keep me down here in the south until I go home again. People are just nicer and less likely to carry knives with the intention of stabbing a human.
I don't always walk around with a fear of being knifed, just on that trip, hee hee!
I just got back from a 12 stop in CT, on a Friday! On a Holiday weekend! Hope your travels in the Southern Hospitality Zone (or wherever you are) are not as brutal as my journey home!
Off to Cyber-stalk you again, haven't seen your newest update yet....... :o)