I'm laid up at this truck stop for a few days until back heals up enough for me to move on. Luckily, this truck stop has a hotel and a bar. I've been stopping here for years so those who have been here a long time know me. The head bartender "M" hass known me for quite a long time.
Naturally she had heard that I left here this morning in a ambulance. When I popped into the bar for a couple of cold ones she was all over me asking if I was ok, if I needed anything, and basically trying to mother me to death. I had a few brews and ordered some honey chicken wings to go to bring back to my room. She threw in a few extra wings on the order and even walked me back to my room just to make sure I made it ok. She's always been one of those folks who actually gives a damn about her customers and I've always liked her for that.
I also had the truck stop manager stop by my room to check up on me and see if I was in need of anything. That kind of surprised me and I suspect "M" had something to do with it.
While I may be a long way from home, there are actually a few people here who give a damn if I live or die today. It does make me a tad uncomfortable, but it's also kind of nice too.