A bunch of useless crap
Published on January 9, 2007 By MasonM In Blogging
I stopped a couple of hours short tonight. I planned to go on into MO before shutting down but the pain in my back and hip drove me into a truckstop just short of that goal. I've had enough for today.

Across the street from the small truckstop is a Ruby Tuesday which is where I am now typing this as I have just finished my dinner and am enjoying a Samuel Adams or three.

It's pretty quite at the moment. The dinner crowd has yet to arrive and I have a period of peace while listening to the tunes they pipe through the place. I haven't heard a song yet that I don't like. The very young bartender is nice although it sometimes takes her a few seconds to "get" my jokes. Well, ok, they are a bit out there at times.

She just now pointed to my empty beer glass and asked if I would like another one. My reply? "I really can't afford another one, can I have that one again?" She got this deer in the headlights look for a second or two before she finally figured out the joke. Ah well, at least she gave the old fart the courtesy of a laugh before pulling another brew.

I'm going to kill a mechanic or two when I get back to the yard. While servicing my truck yesterday one of them managed to get grease inside my truck...in the sleeper of all places. One of my favorite shirts wound up with a big black grease spot on the front, and a couple of others are also stained. That's roughly $100 worth of clothing ruined by this bone head. I didn't spot the damage until I stopped here and went to change out of my dirty work shirt and into something more appropriate for being out in public. I always keep a few nice shirts in the truck to wear out, and I don't buy them cheap.

If I complained to the boss about it I'm sure he would reimburse me for the shirts but he would probably also fire whichever mechanic did the service. I don't want to cost the guy his job, but I will get in his face about it when I get back. They have strict orders to keep the grease outside of the trucks and I damn sure don't appreciate the jerk ruining some of my best shirts.

I'm just about 10 1/2 hours from my first stop in TX. If I do some steady running tomorrow I'll deliver that stop first thing Thursday morning and then make my way down to Houston. If I'm lucky I can have that one off Thursday afternoon. If not, Friday morning. Either way I hope to be reloaded and rolling back North some time on Friday. My wallet needs the quick turn around.

Ah well, battery getting low, time to shut this thing down and enjoy my beer while listening to the Who tune now playing.


Comments
on Jan 09, 2007
I can see why all love your blogs. You are the epitomy of America. Fair, stern, and just.

I have heard that is what Truckers are. The last American Cowboys. I will not argue with that.

Sorry about the grease. And I will not argue with you on the choice.

And Sam Adams (as much as I hate this), yea it is my favorite American beer too. (I hate New England).
on Jan 09, 2007
I can see why all love your blogs. You are the epitomy of America. Fair, stern, and just.

I have heard that is what Truckers are. The last American Cowboys. I will not argue with that.


While I am not sure where this is coming from based on my usually boring blog entry, thank you. We do like to think of ourselves as the modern cowboy in that we are quite independent and basically accomplish the same job (and we are also just as pig-headed )

Sorry about the grease. And I will not argue with you on the choice.


Yeah, that one rubs me the wrong way. Those guys know better. The inside of this truck is my home 3 weeks out of 4 and while I am less than a neat freak I do try to keep it clean. And decent clothing does cost money. I still can't see causing a guy to lose his job though when a good ass chewing will suffice.

And Sam Adams (as much as I hate this), yea it is my favorite American beer too. (I hate New England).


It is pretty tasty, but yeah I despise that NE corner myself
on Jan 09, 2007
The bartender was friendly enough, amusing enough, and cute enough, that I deigned to do one of my almost famous barroom magic tricks for her. It's one that I created myself many years ago and rarely fails to impress those of average intelligence. The smarter ones figure it out right away.

The trick involves 3 rows of 3 numbers and she was very cooperative, choosing exactly what I would have wanted her to choose so that the trick was as seamless as possible. It couldn't have gone any better. She and the onlookers were quite baffled and entertained by my little bit of prestidigitation.

It was a good time.
on Jan 09, 2007
he just now pointed to my empty beer glass and asked if I would like another one. My reply? "I really can't afford another one, can I have that one again?" She got this deer in the headlights look for a second or two before she finally figured out the joke. Ah well, at least she gave the old fart the courtesy of a laugh before pulling another brew.


wicked!

It sounds like you had a really good evening.

Tell the mechs you are not waiting till next christmas for new shirts....
on Jan 09, 2007
It sounds like you had a really good evening.


Yeah it was a relaxing evening.
on Jan 09, 2007
Oh, I forgot to mention that the bartender did redeem herself a little when I asked her what our current relative temporal position was and she immediately checked her watch and said "5:30". That usually stumps most folks.