Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

The blizzard only got worse the futher North I drove. By the time I made Ok, City the Interstate was shut down by the state boys. The only parking spot that I could find was at the very back of a not so desireable truckstop. The wind howled as the white flurries made life miserable. I was nice and toasty inside Maxine, as her heater worked overtime. I wrapped up like a mummy and made my way inside the greasy spoon restaurant. There was standing room only as the waitresses tried to please the crowd. Drivers were all chattering and roar of thier voices sounded like a freight train in overdrive.
Three hours later, well maybe 30 minutes later, I was seated on one of those toad stools facing the lunch counter. The red pad was one of those spinning type that had a catch in it's get along. Yep, it'd pop and bunk like a bronco trying to throw a cowpoke. I was thrown a menu and a cup of 50 weight got drained into my cup. Today's special was a hamburger steak, smuthered in gravy, with mashed potatoes, corn, and such. It wasn't what I really wanted, but I figured to chow down and get that stool removed from my buttocks. I sat there and an old hand seated next to me started up one of those mumbly conversations. You know, he mumbled so much I didn't have a clue to what he was saying. I nodded and agreed with his every word.

Finally the waitress tossed my plate like a frisbee and it clattered to a halt in front of me. I salted, but no peper was available. Well, there was, but I wasn't going to ask Mumbles. Geez, he sounded like Gabby Hayes with a hairlip. I dug in, I dug in, well okay, I sawed in. Man, it was as tough as the bark on a tree. The plate slid, my stool bucked, and the hamburger patty decided to run for it's life. I harpooned it with my fork and flopped her back on my plate. A trail of greasy gravy was left across the countertop. Old Mumbles cut loose with a blow by blow playback.

Mumbles wiped as he yacked, " Thut ang's eying ta take ut out uh here. He, he, he; "

I guessed, " Yep, she sure is trying to get away. Ha, ha, ha; "

The waitress tore my lunch ticket from her notepad and dealt it in front of me. Not as much as a have a nice day, how was everything, or kiss my grits. I stood up and pulled the stool from my ahole. Ouch ! I replaced it onto it's chrome tube and tossed some change on the counter. I then stood in line for 6 days, well at least 30 minutes for the pleasure of paying for the worse meal of my life. Heck, the toothpick I got tasted better ! Anyway, I decided to call Blackie and walked back to the phone bank. Yep, back in the day all the drivers relied on landlines to conduct thier business. You could hear a driver a 100 feet away as his pockets gingled with pockets full of change. Of course all the phones were in use, so I rebundled and headed out to Maxine. I decide to take a nap and let things settle down.

Let's break, your Snazzy1.

 

Thanks Snazzy for the new chapter.
Sure is different now that I have to wait for each new one to come in.
I didn't work on Fri and had the whole day to sit and read the first 29 pages.

Anyway, keep them coming. BTW how much is fiction or is it all real?

 

I'm just trying to get caught up here. Snazz was writing faster than I had time to read (or was it my life became incredibly hectic for a while)... so I fell behind in his posts. This past Friday I had to accompany my daughter to the medical center for some surgery, so did a cut-and-paste of the posts I had missed with the intent of becoming current once more while she was under the knife.

Holy crow, Snazz! I've only been away from this thread for a week or so... and the posts, when consecutively pasted as a single document into Word, required almost 70 pages of printed text! But I dutifully printed them out and am still reading.

So I'm still here, Snazz, and holding my Snazzy points tight in my grubby little mitt.

 

For me, fiction, non-fiction, or mix of both, I don't care. Keep 'em comin' Snaz! :smt023

 

Ducks ! Ducks ! It's Ducks ! Well, I hope your daughter is doing better after you cut and pasted. Whoops sorry, I just reread you post. Of course I and all the Snazzers wish her a speedy recovery. Good ole Ducks. Now, Joellyroll how in the world could anyone make this stuff up ? Now , Life Goes On.

When I awoke it was dark, but the white stuff had quit falling. I made my way back to the phone banks located next to the game room. I gave Blackie a call

Ring, ring, Blackie answered, " BAT, you need em', we haul'em. "

I began, " Blackie, it's Barney. I'm snowed in here at Ok, City. They just opened the Interstate and I can probably get deliverd tomorow morning. "

Blackie's voice was angry, " Your just now calling me ? You were suppose to find something out and call me back, two days ago ! "

I explained, " Well, my Wifey and I are trying to work things out. I took a couple of days off. It didn't matter, because the interstate was shut down anyway. All I know about Mrs Black is that she's worried about you. She's is a little upset about, you know who, but that's about all I know. "

Blackie slurred his drunken words, " You know more than that ! My source says she's offered to lease you on, with her new company ! Rats ! Does that ring a bell ! Now quit lying thru your teeth ? I can't stomach being lied to ! Well ! Cat got your tongue ! "

I backed up, " Okay, she offered me that ! I hope your source told you that I didn't take her offer ! Now listen to me ! I'm going to tell you the samething, that I told Mrs Black. I don't want to take sides here. Ya'll need to work things out, between each other. I'm just trying to stay neutral and keeping out of ya'll's way. "

Blackie gave me the same speech, that Mrs Black had given me. I was with him or with the enemy. Blah, blah, blah. So, I decided to just play thier silly game and keep a low profile. I got unloaded early the next morning and the museum guy was happy to get those Model T's. Other than just needing a good washing, they were in perfect condition. Blackie had given me a number to call for my backload to Shaky Town. It was a stretch limo shop that cut and welded several luxury cars together. Yep, they'd build a stretch limo from bumper to bumper. Thier customers could order any options including tv's, stero's, bar, strobe lights, hot-tub, ice box, beds, and such. They had a special ramp made of cement, that had to be backed onto. I used excuse #14, the one about I'd just put in eyedrops. Yep, he bought it and backed my rig up for me. Of course as soon as the four limos were loaded, I could see just fine. I signed for the load and hit the wind.

Let's break, Snazzy ones, your Snazzy1.

 

I see that Kane is still with us, but I'm not sure where Nyegere, Raindancer, AfterShock, Shandera, and the other 40 Snazzers are at. By the way for all those who just read and lurk. Ya'll can post anytime and join in. We don't bite and your comments are welcome. Now, Life Goes On.

I kept to my Southern route due to the weather. So, down I 35 and then Westward on I 20/I 10. I did stop on the way and called home several times, but as usual all I got was the answering machine. Of course I knew that Wifey was working full time and being a cheerleading coach. So, I put the pedal to the metal, kept my hands on the wheel, and the the driver's door shut. Those limos drew about as much attention as the Model T's had. Yep, Life Was Good.

I made into the BAt yard in Shaky City and pulled the round button.Psshhtt ! I walked over to the office and Mrs #2 was seated behind her desk. She was on the phone and threw her right palm up like a traffic cop. I just tossed my trip sheets, fuel tickets, log book pages, and the rest ontop of her desk. Everything was neatly inside one of those trip-pak envolopes. Heck, I was seldom away for more than 10 days from the terminal. I felt better handing in my paperwork than stuffing them into one of those yellow mail boxs. I then gathered my gear from Maxine and walked over to the motel. The desk clerk handed me my free room key and I went and settled in. Yep, that was a good perk to have. Not many outfits furnished you with a free private room in a motel. Especially one that the boss owned. So, I took a shower and unpacked. A little later I decided to balance my checkbook. Yep, I was doing okay, with those settlements due, and with what I had. Everything, was doing better than I had expected. I went ahead and sent Wifey a few hundred by check. She'd get by mail in plenty of time to make those bills on time. I did need to talk with Juan the mechanic. So, walked over to the shop.

Juan had his sister there and she did the lingo interpretation for us. Blackie's lease allowed for his owner operators to get repairs and parts at shop cost. That was a big discount on tires, oil changes, filters, brakes, and such. Yep, of course it wasn't free, but alot better than the truckstop prices. I wanted Juan do a complete service on Maxine and put two new steer tires on her. I let his sister know that I'd bring Maxine in the next day, after delivering the high dollar limos. So, I walked back to the motel and floated in the pool for awhile. I ended up in the bar and sucked down some cold suds. The next morning I headed out to the Long Beach for my delivery. Yep, those limos were being shipped across the big pond and I'd hate see the bill for that. Anyway that dock had a crane that plucked those top limos right off the trailer. A fork lift equiped with some very long ramps was used to unload the bottom two limos. I was impressed and took some pictures of all that. After my paperwork was signed, I bee-lined it back to the BAT yard so Juan could do his thang.

As I walked back towards the motel, I decided to stop by the office. Mrs #2 was behind her desk and the showdown happend. I wasn't looking for a fight, but she sure was. Anyway, lets break here and I'll tell you all about when we continue.

Break time Snazzers and Snazzettes, you Snazzy1.

 

Mrs Black #2 was extra friendly as I stepped into her office. She greeted me with a big smile and then some small talk, at first. You know, stuff like, how do like it out here ? I heard you have twins. Do you have pictures ? Oh, they're so cute. What did you name them ? Blackie's talked so much about you. Blah, blah, blah. Well, after we got to be chums, she pulled a fast one.

#2 handed me my settlement check, " Now Barney ! I guess you didn't know, but I only pay on the 1st and the 15th ! If that paperwork isn't on my desk before 12 noon, 5 days before 1st of the month, or by noon on the 10 th of the month, you won't get paid, untill the next payperiod. So, from now on make sure you understand that ! Another thang, I'm your brooker, your dispatcher, and what I say goes ! I don't have time to explain every detail to you. Blackie and I have equal say in BAT Inc, so when you talk to me, your talking to Blackie ! Now, it never was clear to me why you had to route yourself thru Idiot City, Texas. That load was headed to Oklahoma and I can't see it ! "

I held my temper, " Well, the reason I went across I 20, was because I 40 was shut down, due to that blizzard. As far as you paying on the 1st and 15th, that's fine with me. As far as any forced dispatching goes, I don't think so. Blackie's contract for BAT Inc., clearly states that there is no forced dispath ! "

#2 spat back, " Barney ! Do think I'm stupid ! I know why you went the way you did ! Storm nothing ! Your filling her in, on what's going on here ! Blackie told me ! He knows, and your going to hear from him, when he gets back tomorrow ! "

I gave #2 the look, " Well, if he's got something to say, I'm all ears ! You know, he's the one who dispatched me that way ! He wanted me to find out what his real wife was up too ! Now, I don't know what he's told you and I don't care ! I'm here, to just haul cars and make a buck ! "

#2 jumped out of her chair, " That's it ! Your out of here ! Blackie wouldn't lie to me ! He swore, that he never even knew, that you went down there ! Your going to wish you never said that ! Blackie will ring your neck ! If I were you, I'd get in that truck and head back to Texas ! Blackie doesn't like liars and I don't either ! "


I ended the arguement, " I'll be across the street in my room, if Blackie needs to find me ! One more thang ! This check is short about $900.00, but I'll talk to Blackie about it ! "

I stormed out of her office and walked over to the motel, I didn't even stop by my room. I plopped down in the bar and ordered my first cold beer of the day. Of course it wouldn't be my last before the night ended !

Good night, your Snazzy1.

 

I'm still here Snazzy!
Slim chance I'll be going anywhere while you're writing stories here.
My attention is riveted. And super glued.

I haven't enjoyed easy readin' this much in a loooong time.
I can't wait for the screen play.
It'll be a blockbuster.
And WE can say we knew you when,...............

 

Fer heavens sakes Snazz I'm here too. I'm countin my Snazzy points:
One
Two
Three........only 3 so far.

I've just been quiet cause I've been in labor the past few hours......4 babies...black 'n white and all furry cute. Mama's resting, babies are fed and finally quiet.

shhhh don't wake them please!!!

Hold on a sec while I settle down on the couch here with the man and snuggle under the blankie.

Ready ?

Set !

GO ! ! !

 

Sorry, AfterShock about Shandera's mixed raced babies. Bet that was a real Shock. But hey ! Here in Snazzy Land we don't judge ! Snazzy points to all Snazzers, for cigars. ( Shandera, be carefull about all that snuggling stuff or at least use some protection. Geez ! ) Now, Life Goes On.

I was just leaving the bar when Blackie staggered in. He was drunk as a skunk and mad as a fighting rooster.

Blackie stood in my path. " Hold it right there, Barney ! My wife told me what you said ! Repeat it to my face ! I'll knock you into next week ! "

I stopped just out of arms reach, " Which wife ? Number 1 or # 2 ? I've said alot to both ! Now, what is it I said, that you want to hear ? "

Blackie bellowed, " That part about me having you spy on # 1 ! I never asked you to do any such thang ! Your a liar ! "

Now I guess this is the part where I was suppose to put up my dukes and slugged it out with Blackie. Nope, remember back when I was a kid and that bully hit my sister ? Yep, if I punched the old man out, then I'd be the guy who beat up a senior citizen. Now, if Blackie wiped the floor with me ? Yep, I'd be known as the fella who was stomped by a 70 year old man. So, I did what that bully did.

I stuck my hand out, " Blackie I don't want to fight you. Let me buy you a beer. We've been thru alot and maybe some things got said? Let's just talk it over and work this out. "

Blackie wouldn't back down, " So ! You admit that your a liar ! A two faced liar ! A bald faced, chicken livered, good for nothen', stoned faced liar, with a cherry ontop. A coward, egg sucking, polecat ! A puken, self centered, back stabbiing, punk ! Something a man wipes off his shoe ! Your a disgrace to mankind ! A low dirty down liar ! Is that what your telling me ! "

I grinned, " I guess, if you say so ! Man, you left out the part about my feet stink too ! "

The bar burst out laughing, as Blackie unfolded his fist. We sat at the bar and Blackie bought the house a round. The side of my eye caught Mrs Black #2 in the shadows. That was it ! Blackie had just done that for her. He knew that he had sent me to spy, he just couldn't admit it to #2. Man, this was getting a litte too nutty.

Let's break, ya'll's Snazzy1.