Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Okay Attitude and Shandera glad ya'll are enjoying yourselves. Kane I'll make that applie pie with a scoop of icecream ontop. I'm not even going to guess why Aftershock ordered huckleberry. I keep thinking it has a hidden meaning.

I made it to Hollywood and unloaded at a major studeo. The security guard allowed me to tour a warehouse that stored some pretty famous automobles. Yep, I was impressed. I wanted to take some pictures, but camera's weren't allowed. I called #2 and she had me deadhead back to the yard. I went into the office and was greeted by two well dressed men. One was a private detective and the other was a process server. They were there to serve Blackie with some civil papers. Oh my ! Yep, old Mrs Black #1, back in Idiot City was on her toes. I did my deaf and dumb act and walked back to Maxine. Juan joined me and we talked awhile. Well, I talked and he kept nodding like he understood english. The two men walked over and the private detective handed me his card. It had Mrs Black's phone number on the back and I was to call her.

After the men left, I went back to my motel room and called. Yep, #1 was on the war path. She flat told me that what Blackie was trying to pull wasn't going to work. She had in injunction against BAT and if Blackie wasn't carefull he'd have a contract out on him. Blah, blah, blah. Something about I was a trader and that Maxine still belonged to #1. I was threatend, bribed, and coaxed, all in one sentence. I didn't say much and let her vent. Of all the people in the world, I guess that I kind of understood. Poor #1 ! So, all I promised her, was that I'd see her when I got back. She did mention that my wifey had called and I was suppose to call home my first chance. I sat on the motel bed and decided to give things a rest. I threw on some trunks and went swimming in the motel pool.

Blackie's motel wasn't a five star, but it was clean and well kept. I floated around on one of them air matresses and soaked up the sun. After my dip I went and dressed for the bar. I sat there and chatted with the bartender about life. Yep, we didn't hit on anything special, just shot the bull and killed a few cold ones. Blackie showed up with #2 on his arm. She was distant and cold towards me. I never understood why, but I suppose she looked upon me as a turncoat. Yep, I'd switched teams and was a Texas Blackie that couldn't be trusted. Blackie acted like all was fine. He explained that his lawyers had already had that injunction lifted. Yep, no big deal and it was going to be business as usual. He then suggested that I take a load back to Idiot City. He kind of suggested that I could get some idea of what #1 was up to. Now, this is where I should of drawn the line. I really didn't want to take sides. I actually liked Mrs #1 more than I cared for ole blow hard. Yep, old Blackie just was too much huff and puff. I liked him, but I didn't like the way he bragged and boasted. Another thing, I couldn't stand #2, she thought she was really special. Heck, I kind of saw her as a gold digger and out for what she could get. But, who was I ? Just a rookie owner operator trying to make a living.

Let's break, ya'lls Snazzy1.

 

I might be hiding a meaning, but never, never
hide a huckleberry pie from me.
Ummmmmmmmmm
Yummie.

I'd run a line right off my log book for huckleberry.
Oregon!
Idaho!
Washington State!
Montana!

I L O V E you!
Especially your huckleberries.
I'll even share with the bears.
Like I'm gonna argue with 'em.

*bear* --- like the FOUR legged kind.
Grrrrrrrrrrr.

 

Awwww Young Grass Hoppa you catch on quick doncha ?

Watch and learn from the master....lol

It's all in what isn't written that you need to read.

Sidebar: Looks like no need to pick petals off flowers for me! :smt049

Oh what the heck......just fer sheets & giggles I will:

He LOVES me! :smt057
He Loves me not! :smt017

Ha......Tag YOUR it!

Ya missed me, ya missed me !
Now ya gotta kiss me ! ! :smt058

LOL

Why on earth do I feel like a teenager at my age ? ?

Wonders never cease to amaze me......

Now where were we ? ? Better yet....where we going next?

Sorry Snazz carry on wayward son.........

 

For Pete's sake somebody give AfterShock some Huckleberry Pie. Geez ! Now, Life Goes On.

I got a load of Model T's from a collector that had sold them to a car museum located in Oklahoma. Yep, another highend load that I'd rather not of been responsible for. Those 7 cars were insured for over a 1/4 million dollars. All of them had been restored to factory new and one of them actually had less than 100 original miles. Yep, this was a real nail biter. So, I headed out of L.A. and set sail East. I decided to keep the Southern route across I-10, because I-40 was reported getting a taste of old man winter. The C.B. was alive with driver's chatter about my load. Yep, this was sweet music to my ears, compared to the Yugo slurs. My heart sank when I was pulled in at a chicken coupe at the New Mexico line. Hell, them bears just wanted a better view of my cargo. We cut it up and I had my picture taken with some of the State's finest. When I made the 76 in El Paso the manager bribed me with a free chickenfried steak dinner. All I had to do was let him sit behind the wheel for a photo. Heck, I probably could of charged $5 per head and made a bundle.

I made it to Blackie's yard in Idiot City just at sundown. Mrs #1 came out and wanted to chew the fat, so we sat in her office as she cut loose. It was hard for me to see her so upset. Her eyes were swollen red from crying and her voice broke several times. The crux of it was that she wasn't going to roll over. I could join her and thrive or I could continue with that old thief. Yep, this divorce was going to be worse than the ' War of the Rose's ' So, I sat and listend and nodded alot. I agreed she'd gotten a raw deal. I tried to explain that I really didn't want to take sides. That was not acceptable ! It was either with her or with the enemy. So, I agreed to hear her offer. It was a pretty good deal. Yep, I could pull my lease from BAT and rejoin her with the new outfit she had registered. It was going to be known as Road Auto Transport Systems. Yep, RATS ! Well, it didn't matter to me what she named it. My only concern what was best for me ! I heard her out and explained that I needed some time to consider my options. She understood and we agreed that'd I'd have 48 hours to decide. The weather up North had dumped a foot of white powder, so I postponed the delivery. No way was I going to slip and slide with that load.

I threw my gear in my new pickup and headed out. I felt better with that high dollar load parked safely behind that fenced in area. So, I drove home and who was there ? Yep, Wifey ! Her LTD was parked in the drive and all the home lights were burning. I sat parked for a moment. Hmm, should I just knock ? Maybe, I should find a payphone and call ? Heck, it's my house ! Well, do something I have to wee-wee. So, I pranced up and knocked. Knock, knock, knock !

Let's break, Snazzy1.

 

The story has been great and I have not read as much as I read today for a long time.
I started reading at the start of the thread this morning at 10 and just finished a few minutes ago.
I could not stop reading to get anything else accomplished today as Snazzy captured my attention and would not let go.

Am looking for the next episode.

Thanks Snazzy

 

Don't leave me hanging here!

 

Well, I'm caught up on the couple days worth of "Life Ain't Always Snazzy" I missed while I made a couple runs to Ohio and back. Had a couple Snazzy-ish moments, but I ain't even gonna try to steal this thread with my feeble lil trucker stories. The point of even mentioning that is to say, once again, thanks for the laughs Snazzy. I particularly enjoyed the laundromat scene. And the song u sang to the big shot Hollywood director dude was quite chucklesome. (That's my own word that I'm currently negotiating with the Webster folks to have added into their dictionary. Patent pending, of course.)

On a serious note, (as if I can ever be serious) Shandera is a welcomed addition to the Snazzy Fan Club. Pleased to meet ya ma'am. I'm Scarecrow, aka Fan Club President and sole proprietor of Snazzy, Inc....if only in my own mind.

 

Scarecrow,

I like your "location".

Not too crowded and PLENTY of air.

 

LOL...yeah it is kinda cozy.

I've been thinkin' 'bout putting some stuff up on the walls though.

Dunno if it's quite homey enough yet...

 

Well Thank You Scarecrow and nice to meet you too!

As Sally Fields once said, "they like me...they really like me!"

Actually I love this place and it has worked some wonders for me in the last 24hrs. But I owe my trippin into place to my 'Best Friend' AfterShock....keeper of my sanity. Otherwise I think my train would detrailed a couple years back.

Well Boyz I'm off ta bed.....be safe and TRY and stay outta trouble while I'm gone. Otherwise I'll be forced to get my whip out and chase youze to the Round Room for a long sit in the corner.