Yep Rikdev50's, stuck with Hot Legs and a broken wing, as Life Goes On.
The Quail chirping woke me up. You know, the beeping of the Quail-comm that notifies of new messages. Now, I was still half asleep and flat on my back. You know, holding down the bottom bunk. I had left Old Blue idling and her ac had things nice and nippy. I pulled my quilt a little tighter under my chin and tried to focus. You know, how it is, when you first wake up. Let's see, the top bunk is still folded up in it's top position, check, the curtain is half open, check, it's daylight and the sun is out, check, the Quail is chirping, check. Whose that ? Whom ? Whoever is laying next to us ? Oh ! That must be Hot Legs ! Yeah ! I bet, she's been there all night and isn't that sweet. Yep, all worried about me and like a faithful dog. Don't call her that ! What ? A dog ! I didn't call her a dog ! You did too ! Would ya'll shut up ! Let's see, I don't want to wake her up. Man, I bet she's naked as Jaybird and just waiting for me to mount her. Your sick ! The poor gal is probably in a deep sleep and it wouldn't be right to jump her bones. Well, we got to do something ! We can't stay in bed all day ! Alright ! Alright ! Hey, how about this ! I'll gently fold back the quilt and check on her. You know, she has to be miserable under there. Yep, she probably can't breathe and if she's in the mood. Well, we can check her out. You know, lick on her ear and rub her breast. Man, look at those curves ! She's built like a brick outhouse ! Alright, here we go ! Right thumb, pointy finger, gently, gently, lift, higher, higher, a little more. Now, slowly, slowly, pull it down, a little more. There we go ! What's that ? I don't know ! It looks like a black chick ! What the hell ! How did a black chick get in bed with me ? Man, she's ugly too ! Oh CRAP !
Yep, you guessed it ! It was my left arm and man was it a sight ! No ! It didn't hurt and matter of fact. Well, it was numb and dead to the world. So, I went ahead and pulled the covers off. That thing was as big around, as a tree trunk and didn't look good at all. Yep, it kind of looked like a baby hippo. Well, more like a dead baby hippo. Anyway, as I was sizing it up the drivers door swung open. Yep, it was you know who and she knelt next to me.
I tried to cover it up, " Hey Gal ! What's up ? "
She barked her orders, " You need to sit up and I brought this ! "
I sat up and sipped, " Man, that's hot ! Let me .... "
Hot Legs made her demands, " Drink your coffee and listen to me ! I sent TLX a Quail message and everything is all set. That load isn't ready and won't be, until sometime tomorrow afternoon ! We're getting our detention pay. Uh I mean, your getting paid for waiting and that will give us time to ..."
I had to ask, " Why did you send a Quail message and didn't wake me up ? "
Hot Legs sat next to me, " I just answered the message they sent ! It came in, right after you went to sleep. It just said, that the load was delayed and it'd be ready later. Then I called the clinic and got you an appointment. You need to get dressed and I'll drive us over there. "
So, I got dressed. Well, Hot Legs got me dressed and then assisted me inside. You know, the truck stop, Big Red's and I got ready. Yep, I bled the lizard, took a quick shower, and groomed myself. She helped me back to Old Blue and took the wheel. Yep, Hot Legs knew how to jam them gears and head down the road. Matter of fact, she had a learners permit. No ! Not a full CDL, but a legal license to drive. Well as long, as a fully licensed CDL holder sat next to her. Yep, she had been around them big rigs, enough to see how it's done. Well she admitted, that a horny driving school instructor, had pulled some strings. Yep I bet, she rode on his wigwag, for that legal permit, but so what ! I mean, she really was worried about me and so was I. Yep, that hippo arm of mine didn't look good at all. What a deal, as Life Goes On.
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The clinic was in a small shopping mall and not far from Big Red's. Since we were bobtail, Hot Legs parked right in front. Hot Legs carried the dead baby Hippo, as I sashayed inside. The receptionist never looked up and slid the clipboard over. You know, it had all them forms to fill out. We sat down and Hot Legs played secretary. You know, asking all those stupid questions. Age, DOB, SSN#, mother's maiden name, eye color, height, weight, employer for past 20 years, family doctor's name, last visited, home address for past 20 years, insurance name, policy number, number of children, next of kin, who to contact, credit history, have you ever filed bankruptcy, do you hear voices, is there a Santa Claus, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, two hours later my name was called. Hot Legs placed the Hippo in a wheel chair and I rolled it back. The door buzzed and I was rushed back into the closet. You know, the little room that has the padded table, with the white butcher paper.
Nurse Grumpy barked her orders, " Put this on and the Doctor will see you shortly. Oh, your pet Hippo will have to wait in the ..."
I rolled my eyes, " That's my arm ! "
So, me and my Hippo Arm slipped on the paper gown. You know, the one that ties around your neck, but lets your butt cheeks flap in the breeze. It didn't take long. Well, maybe 12 hours later the kid showed up. He was baby faced, sickly looking, and acted nervous.
I spoke first, " How are you doing son ? Where's your folks at ? "
The kid spat, " I'm Dr Young and I'll be your attending physician. Let me take a look at this ? Uh huh, uh huh, does this hurt ? Can you wiggle it ? Can you feel that ? "
I rolled my eyes, " It's not my pecker Doc, it's my arm ! "
Dr Young blushed, " Oh, wrong chart ! I see now ! Uh huh, uh huh, I see. Can you get it to raise up ? Now, see if you can get it to roll over. Man, that's one smart hippopotamus ! "
I pointed, " That's my arm ! "
Dr Young had to ask, " When did that hippo eat it ? How did it happen ? "
I lied, sort of, " Uh, I fell on some glass and it swelled up last night. "
Dr Young buzzed Nurse Grumpy, " Call my wife and have her come down here, hold my calls, cancel my tee off time, and order that new Mercedes that I looked at. "
I asked, " Oh ! Is your wife a doctor too ? "
Dr Young was honest, " No, but she'd never believe me and I want her to see this ! Now, I'll need to read up on this and maybe call in a specialist. It says here, that your a trucker ! Now, this is important ! Do you have clue boss, slue build ? "
I set him straight, " I'm not filing on my insurance. I'll pay in cash, but need to get rolling. "
So, Dr Young left me to myself. I climbed off the paper and checked for brown marks. You know, the tick tack toe skid marks. Anyway, it wasn't long, maybe another 12 hours, when they showed up. Yep, the specialist was an oriental guy that reminded me of Hoe She Men.
Dr Young introduced us, " Mr Goose this is Dr Ching Chang Wally Wally Wing Bang Chop Sue He. He's an expert in this field and the best there is ! "
Dr Ching was all business, " Hart says, Boo Cross, Boo Heel ? "
I set him straight, " No ! I'm paying in cash ! "
Dr Ching dropped his accent, " What we have here, is a classic case of Hippo Tight Asp ! You know, it's real similar to Hong Kong Ding Dong. "
I protested, " There ain't nothing wrong with my...."
Ching Chang continued, " This is serious ! Years ago the only way to treat it, was to amputate ! I was the first one that decided it was unnecessary to whack off Dong. "
I was relieved, " So, you can save my arm ! You don't have to amputate it and ..."
Ching Chang promised, " Oh, no ! We don't amputate ! We treat same as Hong Kong Ding Dong ! "
I thanked him, " Man ! You had me scared there for a minute. So, what do you have to do ? Operate ? Put in iv's ? Give me some anti by odd-icks ? "
Dr Ching grinned, " Oh, no ! We do nothing ! It fall off in a few days, just like Hong Kong Ding Dong do ! "
So, they cut off arm, at the elbow and ... No, they didn't ! They opened up the drain plug and removed two quarts of fluid. The infection hadn't spread too far and that was good. Yep, they gave me a dozen prescriptions to fill and one other thing. Yep, an out of service order. Well, sort of. It was a form that I had to sign. You know, that I wouldn't drive or operate any machinery. Yep, that clinic did DOT physicals and knew the rules. Now, I knew that they were just covering their butts. You know, so nobody could sue them. Well, you know what I mean ! Anyway, I had to write them a check and it wasn't cheap. Yep, I was flat broke and really in a jam. My only hope was to run some miles, but that.. Well, you know. Anyway, I sashayed out and did a double take. Yep, no Old Blue and Hot Legs was no where to be seen. What a deal, as Life Goes On.
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I sashayed away from the clinic and spotted Old Blue. Yep, she was idling in front of a retail shop a few stores down. Hot Legs was pushing a cart, as we met up.
I was a little upset, " Why did you park down here and what's all of that crap ? "
Hot Legs unloaded the cart, " I needed to buy me somethings and thought that it would take you longer. How's your arm ? "
I lifted my elbow, " They drained some fluid out and put this sling on it. "
Hot Legs pointed, " What's that in your pocket ? "
I pulled them out, " It the prescriptions the Doc wrote me, but they'll have to wait for awhile. I can't afford to.. "
Hot Legs snatched them, " There's a pharmacy over there and I've got some money. "
I protested, " No ! Hell, one of them is over a hundred dollars and..."
Hot Legs took my hand, " Come on ! Your going to need these ! "
So, we sashayed wiggled into the drug emporium and Hot Legs pulled out a large roll. Yep, she carried a wad that would of chocked a horse. Anyway, a little while later we were back at Red's and parked in our spot. Hot Legs went into the sleeper and riffled through her shopping bags. I sat in the passenger seat and read over the Quail, " #### ! Their saying that load won't be ready until Monday morning ! "
Hot Legs opened the curtain, " Well ! What do think ? "
My eyes bulged, " What's that, you got on ? "
Hot Legs modeled, " It's my work clothes ! Do you like it ? "
I turned my head, " Girl ! You need to put some clothes on ! You can't go parading around like that ! They'll lock you up ! "
Hot Legs sat in my lap, " I'll wait until it's dark and use your c.b; That way the locals won't hassle me. If you want to, I'll give you a free sample. "
I nudged her off me, " Sit over there and we need to talk ! Now, you need to understand something. I'm out here to make a living and ..."
Hot Legs folded her arms, " Well ! I am too ! I'll make enough tonight to make up for us being laid over. "
I set her straight, " Look ! Your a nice girl and everything, but I don't need a partner ! I'll get $50 lay over pay and ..."
Hot Legs spat, " I can make that much in twenty minutes ! You've got to let me help you. It's my fault that ... "
I was honest, " Look ! I appreciate what your trying to do, but .."
Hot Legs wouldn't listen, " I can't let you take care of me ! I can take care of myself ! Now, look at it like this ! I'm just renting a room from you and keeping you company. I'll split whatever I make and ... "
I lit up, " No ! That won't work ! To be honest about it... Well, I hate to say this, but.. "
Hot Legs egged me on , " Go ahead ! You can say it ! You think that I'm a slut and ..."
I blew smoke, " No ! It's not that ! It's, it's, just me ! I can't go along, with you selling yourself ! It's crazy ! Do you know, how many nuts are out there and just waiting to... "
Hot Legs knew it all, " I can handle myself and .."
I flipped my ashes, " No, you don't and think about this ! Your a victim just waiting to happen ! Some of these drivers are half nuts to start with and they'd give a right arm to.. "
Hot Legs giggled, " Well, you gave your left arm and haven't tried to... "
I saw her humor, " Alright, that was a bad choice of words. What I'm trying to get across is this ! Your young and a good looking girl. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don't have to live like this ! It's too dangerous and besides. What's the use ? You could go work at any topless bar and make just as much ! Trust me, my x-girlfriend use to do that ! "
Hot Legs caught that, " Your x-girlfriend ? So, your not married and there's not someone else ? "
I blew more smoke, " No ! I've been divorced for awhile and I really don't care to settle down anytime soon. Now, I've got three daughters and my oldest girl is... "
Hot Legs saved my breath, " Don't try, to act like your my father ! He's the one that got me into this ! If you don't want me hanging around... "
I took her hand, " It's not that ! I like you ! Your a nice girl, but your making a big mistake ! "
So, I tried to tell it like it is. You know, explain things and .. Well, you know what I mean. Oh no, Hot Legs wouldn't listen to a word, that I had to say. Yep, she knew the risk, but devil be ###### ! Well anyway, we agreed to disagree and left it at that. The only thing, that I made perfectly clear to her was rule number one. Yep, under no circumstances, never, ever, for any reason, come hell, or high water, without any exceptions, would she allow any of her customers inside, near, or within ten feet of Old Blue. Yep, I wasn't going to put up, with some low life, hairy legged, horny toad, beaver eating, crab carrying, disease ridden, beer bellied, bad breathed, goat smelling, fart sniffing, perverted jerk off.. Well, you know what I mean, as Life Goes On.
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A rolling "cat house".
Gonna change the headlights to " RED "
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Yep Pjw044, a Rolling Cat House, as Life Goes On. What a Deal !
We went into Red's diner and ate our fill. My arm was throbbing and my head ached. I popped a few of those pills and adjusted my sling. Hot Legs paid our meal ticket and we returned to Old Blue. The sun was setting and the truck stop was filled to capacity. Yep, rigs parked 10 rows deep and mirror to mirror. I was seated behind the wheel and Hot Legs was perched in the other seat. There was a moment of silence. You know, like we were both waiting for the other to speak.
She spoke first, " We're still going, aren't we ? "
I was honest, " I need to lay down for awhile and take a nap. If you want to go over there...."
Hot Legs reminded me, " You said, that you'd take me ! It's Saturday night and we don't have to stay long ! "
So, I gave in, sort of. You see, while we were at the clinic, Hot Legs had noticed that it was my birthday. Yep, I had forgotten all about it, but it was on my CDL and, well you know. Anyway she was right. Yep, we were stuck there, until Monday, waiting on that load. It was Saturday night and the bar was within sashaying distance. Anyway, we made a deal. Yep, if she'd let me catch forty winks, well I'd escort her over. So, I crashed and burned, and counted sheep. It wasn't long, when the sleeper lights lit up and my nap was over. Yep, Hot Legs was raring to go and couldn't wait.
I rubbed my eyes, " What time is it ? "
Hot Legs yanked off my covers, " It's after nine o'clock and you've been asleep long enough ! "
I got up, " Give me a minute to get dressed. Oh, I don't have any money and..... "
So, Hot Legs insisted the night out was on her. That really didn't bother me too much. You know, I'd get a decent settlement soon and .. Well, you know. Anyway, we sashayed wiggled across the lot and made our way. Hot Legs had on a Holt Her Top. You know, one of them half pull over shirts that exposed her midsection. Yep, she looked good in that and those tight fitting shorts, of hers. Now, I didn't really care for those Claude Hopper high heels. I mean, they made her butt stick out and ... Well, they made her look cheap. Anyway, we entered the club and I sized it up. It was fair sized, with tables in the middle, booths on the sides, a long bar, a dance floor, poolroom, and a live band on a small stage. The crowd was a loud mixture of different types. You know, mostly truckers, a few bikers, some locals, and such. A Big Bouncer stood guard at the door and collected the five dollar cover charge. Hot Legs handed over a ten spot and led the way. I felt awkward, you know, with my wing in a sling. Yep, it seemed like every eye in there was checking out her butt. The club was in full tilt and the crowd was pretty liquored up. Now, the band didn't sound bad and they played some good tunes. You know, a mixture of country western, with some rhythm and blues mixed in.
Now, there weren't any seats to sit in, so we stood by the bar. I tried to get the barkeepers attention, but he was too busy to notice. Well, a Husky Voice invited us over. Yep, a table of four drivers pulled up a fifth chair. Hot Legs had me sit and then climbed in my lap.
Husky offered his paw, " I'm Husky, that's my Partner, that's Jake, and his Trainee. We're with Bee Kin Van Lines. Whose the young lady ? "
I released his paw, " I'm Barney Goose and this is my student Hot Legs. We're with TLX and it's nice to meet ya'll. "
Hot Legs jumped up, " I'll go get us a round and I'll be right back ! "
The table tilted, as Hot Legs wiggled away. Yep, their eyes were glued to her wiggle and wag. Now, I tried to act civil. You know, they were just looking at what they could see. I mean, what driver wouldn't of ? Anyway, they seemed alright and.. Well, you know. Anyway, Hot Legs wasn't gone, but a few minutes. Yep, that Barkeeper had noticed her alright and fixed her right up. Hot Legs placed the tray down and served up the brew. Our newly found friends began tossing out green. You know, each one of them wanted to pay for the beer. Hot Legs grabbed up their loot and flirted away. Yep, I could see, what she was doing. You know, acting all get-he, flapping her lashes, wiggling around, and smiling like a hyena. Yep, every man has been there. You know, being used and falling for that crap. Now usually, when we're sober, we can see right through it. Of course, after a few drinks, we're sold right away. Yep, that gal wants me and only me ! Yep, I'll ride her hard and put her up wet. Yes Sir, it's party time ! Anyway, the drinks were free. Well, for me and Hot Legs. Yep, she sure knew how to work the crowd and make a buck. A couple of hours passed and the band was on their break.
Hot Legs, whispered in my ear, " You need to take these ! "
I palmed the pills, " Why don't you sit down ! You don't work here and let the waitresses earn their tips. "
Hot Legs pecked my cheek, " We're doing good ! I've made over a hundred dollars and it's still early ! "
So, she kept fluttering around and playing the suckers. You know, it was a game to her. Make what you can and take what you can get. Well, it didn't take long and poo hit the fan. Yep, she had wiggled over to the Biker table and one of their Mama's. You know, one of their ole ladies, girlfriends, or whatever you call them had seen enough. Now, I really didn't see how it got started, but it was in full swing. Yep, Hot Legs was on bottom and the Mama was on top. The whole pack of bikers were circled around and egging them on. Now, I was pretty screwed up. Yep, them dozen free beers on top of them prescription pills. Well, what the hell ! Yep, the lights came on, as I sashayed over.
The Hairy Bikers barked, " Leave them alone, let em fight ! "
I gave the LOOK, " Pull her off, or I will ! "
The Switchblade spoke, " Pops ! You better back off ! "
I cheesed, " Put that away ! She's had enough and....."
So, as I was trying to calm things down, or get stabbed to death. I guess, that depends on how you look at it. Anyway, the whole place became a war zone. Yep, chairs flying, bottles breaking, men yelling, and women screaming. I ended up on the floor somehow and laying ontop of Hot Legs. She was now ontop of the Biker Mama, who wouldn't let go of Hot Legs hair, who was punching her in the face, who kicked me in the groin, who bit off someone's nose, who stabbed me in the butt, who .. Well, you know what I mean. It was a free for all. Yep, I managed to pry them apart and somehow crawl under a table.
Hot Legs was hot, " Let go of me ! I'll rip her head off ! "
I spit out the nose, " Would you calm down ! We need to get out of here, before the cops get ..."
So, before I could finish my sentence. You guessed it ! Yep, half a dozen cops shoved through the mess and what a deal ! Yep, the Bikers decided to take on the law. Well, they may of been just trying to leave, but it was quite a sight. Nightsticks swinging, mace squirting, dogs biting, and folks running. Anyway, that was our chance to get out. Yep, through the door, across the parking lot and into Old Blue.
I zipped the curtain shut, " Are you alright ? "
Hot Legs laughed, " I'm fine ! She's lucky, that you pulled me off her ! "
I rubbed my butt, " Someone stabbed me in my rear end and ..."
So, Hot Legs had to have a look see. Yep, we ended up doing the nasty. Now, I'm not going into all the details. Well to be honest, I really can't. Yep, I was so messed up that night, between them booze and pills. Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, I passed out on the bunk and was dead to the world. Yep, all naked and pleased, without a care in the world. What a deal, as Life Goes On.
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Finally get to say hi to you Barney. Took about 19 days but finally caught up.
Preciate all your fine words of wisdom.
Never even met you before and you manage to get me in trouble right along with you. Wife says I best stop reading about trucks and start driving them.
Real names Joe, and hope not to get mixed up with the other Duke on here.
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Dang it Boy! Barney always seems to be in the right place at the well you know...
Been i fits them some good uns. Lets see nurse and co-driver and a cash $$$$$$$$$$ cow ... Huuuummmm
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First, a Big Snazzy welcome to Dukesdad our newest Snazzer. Gees, 19 days to read all of this crap. That has to be worth 190 Snazzy points, so here you go Joe. Now Duke is a beautiful animal, so if you go trucking make sure they have a pet rider policy. I see, that Rikdev50s is still with us, so buckle up, as Life Goes On. What a deal !
The last thing that I remembered was being passed out on the bottom bunk. It was strange, because it was weird. You know, it was like a dream, or having an out of body experience. Lets see, I could feel Old Blue moving down the highway and her her gears being shifted. That road noise, engine sound and swaying motion, that only big rigs make. You know, it was like I was dreaming of sleeping and bouncing down the big road. Then there was girls voices and giggling and everything began to spin around. I tried really hard to swim out of the fog, but the harder I tried the deeper I sank. My eyes wouldn't open and it felt like, that I was pinned down to the mattress. Then things grew dark again. You know, quiet and dark.
BAM ! Bam ! The jolts, jolted me awake, so again I tried to regain my senses.
It was like fighting and punching my way through a darkened cave. You know, one with thick spider webs. I finally managed to sit up, but everything was spinning around and blurred. I knew, that my pants were somewhere on top of that mattress, so I felt around and grasped them. I leaned back and fought to slither into them. My mind was still cloudy and nothing felt right. You know, it was like I was having an out of body experience. Yep, like I was viewing things, from above myself and looking down. My next task was to find my shoes. You know, you can't sashay around, without shoes on. Yep, they were laying on the floorboard, right beside the bunk. I tried to stand, but tumbled forward and fell into the sleeper curtain. It took awhile to find the zipper and open it up. Lets see, a bright lit parking lot, a freight shaker nose on this side and one on the other, four wheelers parked over there, a big fence, that must be the guard shack over there. What's that ? Oh, we're back at the shippers and hooked onto our trailer. What a deal ! Man ! I wonder how we got here ? Hot Legs must of driven over here and ... Hmm, I wonder where she's at ? Well, lets go find out !
So, I climbed out the drivers door and had to steady myself. You know, hold onto the door and swing my way over. Yep, I grabbed a hold of the front fender and realized, how screwed up I was. Yep, the world was tilted and things seemed far away. You know, like I was looking at things through one of those convexed mirrors. Another thing that got me, was seeing double. Yep, there was two blurry images of everything I saw. Well, I had to pee, so I pulled it out and watered the tire. You know, if you got to go, you got to go. Anyway, I was hunched over the fender, with my Peter Sore Us in my hand. You know, that's what I called it, like a dinosaur, but that sounded better. Anyway, two Bears approached and shinned their lights, straight into my eyes. So, I turned and faced them. Yep, I pissed right on top of their shoes. Well, the Bears stepped back and the games began.
The Bear growled, " What the hell are you doing ? "
I shook it, " What's the problem Offer Cigars ? "
The Bear pointed, " Is this your rig ? "
I looked, " No ! I don't think so ! It looks too big ! Mine is smaller than that and it really .. Oh, I'm sorry. What was the question ? "
The Bear had to ask, " Boy ! What are you on ? "
I thought, it was a trick question, " Oh ! These shoes ? No ! Their not mine, they belong to Hot Legs. I hate these Claude Hoppers ! See ! I can't even walk in them and they make my but stick out ! "
The Bear looked to his side, " Why do you keep looking over there and won't look at me ? "
I explained, " Oh, I was talking to your partner. I'm sorry ! "
The Bear exploded, " You ###### Idiot ! I don't have a partner ! Now, I want to know ! What are you on and why are dressed like that ? "
So, that's when I noticed it. Yep, I not only had on Hot Legs Claude Hoppers, but somehow had slipped on her black knit pantie hose. Hell, no wonder the Bear kept staring at me. Yep, all bare chested, nipples in the breeze, wearing high heels and pantie hose. What a deal ! Yep, all I needed was some makeup and I'd of looked like ... Well, you know. Anyway, Hot legs came strutting up. Yep, she had on my shirt, jeans, and hushed puppies.
Hot Legs talked fast, " Officer, he's with me ! This is my bill of lading here and we're ready to head out ! "
The Bear read over it, " Well, this looks alright, but what's a nice girl like you doing, with the likes of him ? "
Hot Legs took my arm, " He's O.K. ! Come on honey, get in ! "
So, Hot Legs saved the day and got us out of there. Yep, while I had been passed out on pills and booze. Well, the Quail sang and said, that the load was ready. Yep, you guessed it ! She slipped on my clothes and left me sleeping. Then she drove over there and hooked on the trailer. Yep, she went inside and signed, for the BOL. I guess, everything would of worked out fine. Well, if I hadn't woke up and ... Well, you know. Anyway, Hot Legs drove us back to Big Reds and we called it a night. What a deal, as Life Goes On.
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Our trip to Upper Michigan was wet and windy. My hangover didn't help me any and Hot Legs was ant see. You know, she got bored easily and didn't like being confined in the truck. Now, one good thing, that had happened was this. TLX had screwed up. Yep, that load was a high security one, that was suppose to be team dispatched. Yep, it was some sort of fiber cable that was rolled up on huge spools. Anyway, it had to be insured for over five million dollars. Of course, the crap didn't have much street value. I mean it's worth, was in the cost of manufacturing it. Yep, something like a hundred bucks an inch and there were several spools back there. It was top heavy, didn't ride well in the box and I was looking forward to getting unloaded. We crossed over the big bridge, kept heading North and took a two lane, back Westbound. A light snow salted the scenery and the air was crisp.
I held the wheel, " That must be our turnoff and it shouldn't be too far...."
Hot Legs read the Quail, " It says, go two miles and you'll see the sign. That snow is sure coming down. "
I flipped on the wipers, " Just remember, your my student, if they ask. Ed said, that if we pull this off, he'll approve you to be on my truck. "
Hot Legs frowned, " What for ? You won't let me drive ! "
I soothed her feelings, " If it wasn't for this weather and it being such a high dollar load. Well, I would have ! Oh, there's the sign ! "
So, I geared her down and flipped on the blinker. Yep, it was a dirt road that led us back and trees lined our way. The snow really began falling, as Old Blue mushed along. A few miles in, we came to a clearing, so I pulled the yellow knob. There was an office trailer, several big yellow machines and a half a dozen pickup trucks. I sashayed over with my clipboard, but had Hot Legs stay behind. You know, no sense us both freezing. I stepped up on the metal porch and stomped off the slush. A voice inside invited me in.
I opened the door, " How's it going ! I brought you a load of ...."
The Foreman leaped up, " Good ! We've been waiting on that ! Everything go alright ? Did you have any trouble ? "
So, we cut it up and hashed things around. You know, like drivers and folks do. Anyway, after a few minutes, I learned, what I didn't know. Yep, the news wasn't good. Anyway, I went out and broke the bad news to Hot Legs. She was still in the copilots seat and waiting for me.
I tossed the clipboard on the dash, " He said, that I can drop the trailer and we can bobtail to the motel. "
Hot Legs caught that, " Why ? I thought, that they we're waiting for us to get here ! What's the deal ? "
I backed her up, " It's a long story ! Something about, the project is a little behind schedule and it'll be a couple of days. "
Hot Legs folded her arms, " Great ! You drive, almost nonstop all the way up here and their not even ready for it ! "
I pulled the knob, " Welcome to trucking ! I'll drop it here and send dispatch a Quail. He's going to pay for our layover and take care of us too ! "
Hot Legs rolled her eyes, " What does that mean ? "
I filled her in, " It means, he'll pay TLX the detention of the truck and pay us a little on the side. You know, he'll scratch our back, if we play along. "
So, I dropped the trailer and bobtailed out the way we'd come. I turned left on the blacktop, cut a right at the four way stop sign and circled the lot.
Hot Legs wasn't happy, " What is this place ? It looks like crap ! "
I defended it, " He said, it's some sort of lake lodge, or hunting resort. Let's go in there and check it out. "
So we sashayed wiggled inside. It looked more like a general store than a motel office. You know, it was stocked with canned goods, fishing bait, rods and reels, shotgun shells, had an ice machine, beer, whiskey, wine, and assorted stuff. The old Wrinkled Witch hobbled over, " Glad to see you my dearies. I just have one cabin left. Aren't you the lucky ones ! "
What a deal ! As, Life Goes On.
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