Be safe out there. I'd be happy to help with the PSP anytime. 
Ok, so this past week was weird. I had to deal with stupid and mean people waaaaayyy too much.
First off, monday was alright. I made hella good time considering two states upped their speed limits. I left Waterloo and got to IN with plenty of time to get to the jobsite I was to deliver to by 5:30 pm. I stopped to grab a permit I needed at the Flying J in Spiceland, IN. However, things changed.
Stupid perosn #1:
I go into the truck stop and my permit isn't there. I call dispatch and tell them Ohio never sent it because that is the normal thing to have happened if a permit isn't there. About an hour or more later I discover that's not the case. This one stupid wench decided I hadn't gotten there fast enough for her liking and threw the permit away. I asked her if she was ready to go dumpster diving to get it back. 
To make the story short, after much bitching from me, and her searching through the trash cans behind the counter the permit was found and I went to my truck still calling her a few choice names.
Next morning, get up and roll at 4:30 am. Get to the job site, unload, head to a brickyard to reload. It's early and I know I'll be sitting in Chicago (where the brick goes to) by 8pm that night. Life is good. Getting work done and having time to relax, too. Very good!
While snaking through a little town my mom's friend JoAnn calls. Mom's in the hospital again. She told me the room number and phone number, but I couldn't write at the moment because of turning a bunch of corners in that little town. Once I get on the straight away I use my hands-free (safety first!) and call the hospital. Patient information can connect me to mom's room.
Enter Stupid person #2:
The woman who was in charge of patient info that day must have been sense. She proved it!!
First I had to spell mom's last name 6 times for her. She couldn't find her, and perhaps she wasn't in a room yet. I told her that no, mom was in a room and had her phone since JoAnn just told me that info. The woman wanted to know why I didn't just call direct.
So I'm nice and explain to the woman that I'm driving a big rig and can't exactly write at the moment. FINALLY she finds mom. She rings the room, no answer.
This woman starts telling me to write this and that down, each time I'm telling her I can't because I'm driving. Apparently after the 4th time of telling her that she still didn't get the gist so I simply said, "I can't talk anymore. Bye." and hung up.
Get to brick yard, reload, head for Chicago. Can call patient information later when someone else is there and can put me through to mom.
Enter REALLY stupid person #3:
Going through a nice sized town I'm going about 20 mph to make sure I stay on the right route. Out of the blue this little Ford pulls up next to me on the driver's side and this guy has freed Willy and is strokin' it. 
Yep, that's right...he's smilin and gigglin and making damn sure I see him strokin it. So, I call 911. He sees the cell and darts off down a side street giving me a GREAT view of his licence plate. I give it to the police dispatcher along with a description.
Now, folks, usually when you make a call like that nothing comes of it. It is hard for the cops to catch someone like that and I've got to keep going down the road. However, this time they got him. 
YAY THEM!
About 30 miles out of town they called me back and asked me to return so I could sign a witness form. Ok, ok.... I called and made a complaint, they did their job by finding the guy, so I gotta do my job and sign the damn report. Now to find a place to turn around. Not an easy task when traveling down the backroads of Ohio.
Mean person #1:
YAY! A truck stop. I asked the girl inside if I could drop the trailer for a couple of hours so I could bobtail and why. She said sure but to keep it as close to the tracks as I could. So I do exactly what she says. I got the legs down, pulled the hoses and was ready to pull the 5th. Wheel pin when this guy pulls up to me on a backhoe. Now - the moron just WATCHED me drop the legs and pull the hoses and saw me reaching for the 5th wheel pin... and do you wanna know what he asks me?
"You dropping that here?"
DUH!
Anywho, he gives me a rash of shit asking me stupid questions and all that so finally I say fark it. I raise the legs, reconnect the hoses and he asks me, "You local? From around here?" Considering I already have a hint that he's not real sharp I point to the name on my door and say, "Do I look like I'm from around here? And oh, by the way, I want to thank you for your kindness at a time when I really needed a little bit of help. I hope that one day, somewhere somehow, someone returns the favor."
I hopped in the truck and headed back to the cop who was waiting for me at a truck stop in his town.
Fast forward....get to the cop and they got the guy with them. Dude is sitting there adamntly stating that he's never seen me before. Without even thinking I said, "Hey, I remember you. Last time I saw ya, you were playing with a worm."
Cop giggled... dude glared.
Well, this jackass tells the cop I am mistaken, he was not strokin it. He was having a hot flash and had removed his shorts to cool himself off.
Again, I couldn't hold my tongue. I'm like, "Ya know, I don't have one of *those* so I'm not really sure, but one would think that strokin it would cause friction, which causes heat. And, if you were hot, why didn't ya remove that baseball hat you were wearing backwards before?"
Cop put the guy back in the car and told his partner to take him to the station. Guess they didn't want me to really start in on him or sumthin. *lol* 
Anywho... this is when I find out that this guy has done this before, this was his 4th. time being arrested for it, so when I called in they knew who they were looking for. Especially when I gave 'em that description and plate number. My signing the witness form will help alot with prosecuting him. Main reason I called the cops is because there were kids about with their parents and such. It's one thing to have someone flash you on the highway, but in a small town where kids are at?
At least on the highway I can drift over the little white line and make the person flashing me think I'm gonna hit 'em. *lol*
I told dispatch what happened and I also told him, in the most pleasant of terms of course, that there is no way in @$%#$ hell that I'm going back to Ohio for a very very very very damn long @#%#$ time. Once he found out why, it was all over for me.
One dispatcher called later to ask me what color the guy's eyes were. Next morning the other one calls me Miss Stroker when I do my daily check in. And today when I walked in the officer I pointed at them both and simply said, "Shut up! Not a word!"
So, now everyone is harrassing me about it, Stroker, Stroker Ace..... I went and downloaded that song by Clarence Cater, 'Just Strokin'. Next time I'm at the office I'm gonna blast it. *hehe*
The only thing that makes that whoe story funny... dude used a hot flash as an excuse. He honestly thought that would fly. What a dumbass. *lol*
I wonder what will happen next week....
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