There's a picnic area on I-40 where lots of truckers tend to pull
in for the night, so I pulled in, lit a
cigarette and got out of the car to take a piss. I knew that would give
the truckers a chance to get a look at me.
As I zipped up and turned to get back in the truck, I noticed a
trucker had turned his interior lights on and was watching me.
Knowing that most drivers tend to do some work with the light on before turning
in, such as logging their hours, I didn't do much except look.
At first I couldn't see much, he had his running lights on, and the
light was reflecting off the windows so I couldn't see in. Pretty soon
the running lights were shut off and I had a clear view inside the cab.
Not getting any obvious signal, I decided to be bold and take a walk
over to his cab. Casually strolling by, so as not to piss him off if he
wasn't looking for something. As I got to his drivers side door, I
noticed that his window was down. Kind of unusual since it was 15
degrees that night. He said, "Hey there!" I said, "Hey." Couldn't
come up with anything more brilliant at the moment.
It was hard to talk over the rumble of his engine. I almost had to
yell to get him to hear me, and yelling was one of the last things I
wanted to do in a picnic area full of truckers. He mentioned it was a
hell of a cold night, and I agreed. The he asked if I wanted to get out
of the wind, and he popped open the door of the cab.
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