Over the weekend I had a lot of extra time on my hands. I had to make sure I cleared IL before noon on Saturday as they don't allow oversized loads to move between noon on Saturday and sunrise Monday. Beats me why. Once I cleared IL I had a lot of time to get to my delivery just North of Geen Bay Monday morning.

I stopped and killed Saturday afternoon and night at a Petro truck stop South of Milwaukee. I accidentally wandered over to the bar and grill across the street. They have cold beer and good food.

I sat down at the bar, gave a nod to some fellow truckers sitting around the bar, got a cold one, and started knitting. A pretty big trucker sitting directly across from me asked what I was doing. I told him and he said "Well ain't you a special person?"

I replied that yes, I am and gave him a dead in the eye look that let him know that fucking with me might not be a good idea. The guy sitting next to him said that he had seen me before but couldn't remember where. I remembered him from a biker bar in Wyoming a few weeks ago and reminded him of it. He told his buddy that I was exactly like them in that I really didn't give a shit what anybody thinks and had to be a tough son of a bitch to sit and knit in trucker and biker bars. I laughed at that.

Next thing I knew both of them had moved over to my side of the bar so we could talk without yelling across the bar. We shot the shit for a while before they decided it was time to leave. They'd already been there for a couple of hours before I showed up.

I spent Sunday at a truck stop in Green Bay. While sitting in the trucker's lounge knitting and watching a movie another driver said that he remembered seeing me in the BBQ Joint (a bar in Carlisle PA). I sort of recalled his face, but didn't really remember him. Until he started asking how my knitting was coming along none of the other drivers had commented on it although I caught several of them giving me funny looks. I didn't care, but once he asked about it several others made comments including having seen me in various truck stops here and there.

I could one could be remembered for worse things.