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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Snazzy, post: 547165, member: 9499&quot;]First, a Big Snazzy welcome for Boo&#039;sdad, who also hears mind voices. Now Pjw044, let&#039;s see what else can happen, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>We had only managed a few hundred miles our first day and ended up just East of the State Line. I followed Ray off the Interstate and we pulled in behind the Greasy Spoon. It was an old cafe, with a billboard out front, that had a catfish painted on it. Around back was a huge open area, with ample parking and hidden to itself. Ray led the way inside and plopped down on the end stool. I sat next to him and we fingered our menus. Let&#039;s see, fried&nbsp; gumbo, gumbo stew, gumbo shrimp, gumbo and oysters, gumbo and gumbo, todays special gumbo all a cart, gumbo tea, gumbo spam, here a gumbo, there a gumbo, everywhere a gumbo gumbo, old McDonald had a farm, with a gumbo there, and gumbo here,...</p><p><br /></p><p>Ray ordered, &quot; I&#039;ll have the gumbo special, with extra gumbo sauce, and a glass of gumbo tea. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I had to ask, &quot; Do ya&#039;ll serve anything else ?&nbsp; I mean, like a chicken fried&nbsp; steak, or something like that ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The waitress licked her pencil, &quot; Sure ! You can have a chicken fried steak and we have draw beer. &quot;&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>I licked my lips, &quot; Yeah ! Bring us a picture and a couple of mugs ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray slapped my back, &quot; You did good today ! I figure, we&#039;ll make Atlanta by early next week. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I disagreed, &quot; Next week ! Hell, I plan on being there before then ! Man, it&#039;s not that far ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray reminded me, &quot; This ain&#039;t long hauling ! Now, you figure 360 miles a day and not running at night. Well, it takes awhile. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I filled our mugs, &quot; Here ! Now, listen to me ! You said, that crane is too big to hit the scales. Right ?&nbsp; So, how about turning that Cat up some and getting down the road ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray took a swig,&nbsp; &quot;&nbsp; Man, that taste good !&nbsp; Well, I can do that, but what&#039;s your hurry ?&nbsp; I mean, this is a good run and ...&quot;&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>I wet my whistle, &quot; A good run ? Are you kidding me ? I&#039;m use to driving a thousand miles a day and ...&quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray dug through the ashtray, &quot; Oh, I forgot ! Yeah, your a real Super&nbsp; Trucker and this must be boring to you. I bet, them other runs didn&#039;t pay you $1.00 per mile ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I offered him one of mine, &quot; Don&#039;t smoke that ! Here, have one of mine. Now, your right ! Long hauling doesn&#039;t pay no dollar per mile, but you end up making more. You see, that $1.00 sounds good, but if you can only run. Well, let&#039;s say 400 miles per day. That&#039;s only $400.00 and then you have to pay your own fuel. On top of that, Midnight Movers gets their cut and ..&quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray blew smoke, &quot; I average 30 cents pay, for every mile I travel ! I&#039;m my own boss and do what I want ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I blew smoke, &quot; Well, I did too ! Back when I was a trainer, for TLX we&#039;d run 1,200 miles per day and I was getting 30 cents per mile. I mean, for every mile that truck turned ! Yep, I was making a good $360.00 per day and didn&#039;t have to pay for anything. Well, I did buy my student&#039;s meals and a little extra, for their road expenses. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The waitress tossed our plates, &quot; Gumbo Special for you and Chicken fried steak for your buddy ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray switched them around, &quot; Thanks, but this is his and that&#039;s mine. There we go ! Now Barney, I told you before. You don&#039;t have to make stuff up and try to impress me. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I salted, &quot; I&#039;m not lying ! If a driver can put the miles down and can keep from going nuts ! Long hauling isn&#039;t a bad deal ! Yep, it sure beats this ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray dug in, &quot; Man, that&#039;s good gumbo ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I made a face, &quot; Yuck ! What the hell is this ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The Waitress came a running, &quot; What&#039;s wrong ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I fork pointed, &quot; This isn&#039;t Chicken Fried Steak ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The Waitress swore, &quot; It sure is ! That Ell was caught fresh this....&quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I gave the Look, &quot; Ell ? Ell ! You mean, that this is Chicken Fried Snake ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The Waitress confirmed it, &quot; That&#039;s what you ordered ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, I nibbled on finger food. You know, beer nuts and pretzels, plus six pictures of beer. Ole Ray gobbled down his meal and licked my plate clean too. Matter of fact, he drank his share of beer, as well. Yep, I liked Ray, but he was sure set in his ways. Nope, you couldn&#039;t convince him that he was just a sucker, for Midnight Movers. Yep, as long as he had a vehicle to sleep in and a little pocket change. Well, you know what I mean. What a deal, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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