Park, and then sit there and look at everybody

I don't stare out the window much but I admit I like watching people and things going on when I get parked. I don't worry too much about getting backed into, doesn't happen all that much to worry about it...it's a company truck I do like to see things that people do, how they back, sometimes learn a thing or two or hop on the cb and lend a tip to someone backing in oe hop out of the truck to help prevent paint peeling, fiberglass breaking and metal bending. I can backup really good even in a tight spot and blind side pretty well, but another pair of eyes on the situation is always appreciated. Mostly the funny things ya see is worth a stare...like a guy I saw one time get his bottles from his truck but one doesn't have the lid on tight and pours out onto him...lol I have no idea what was in that bottle but I couldn't help but laugh. I remember seeing a guy running back to his truck, it was raining hard, he did really good getting back to his truck. It was sad though when he realized the bottom of his food bag had torn open and his taco's were scattered from his truck to fuel island. Other than that, that is as creepy as I get when I am just sitting there.

 

I helped for two reasons, 1 the driver behind the wheel was a total fox (it was a female team) and 2 Volvo hoods tend to be expensive and I didn't want my company to have to replace mine, lol.

 

Well, I obviously spoke before I knew all the important facts. Please accept my apologies Driver. Hoods come and hoods go, but two chicks running a team truck is pretty awesome.

Im going to have to trust your judgement Driver. You say she was a fox and I believe you. You're luckier than me because the last time I saw a two-chick team was a Pumpkin at the pumps at the I-81 Pilot in Hagerstown, MD. I had my suspicions about he first one because she reminded me of my brother-in-law. I knew the score when the other climbed down out of the truck and I thought I was looking at Fonzie until I noticed "he" was in fact a "she" complete with all the right parts. I didn't say anything for fear the she would smack me around like a jail-house mascot.

Only in Hagerstown, and every time I ever go through there.