Yesterday I had a job to take a gray truck to Caribou Maine to swap it for a black truck. I have never been to Caribou and was looking forward to the trip. The direction say you drive 330 miles and when you run out of gas you let it coast till it stops and then you push it the rest of the way. It is a very long trip is what I am trying to say.
Well when I started off I was really excited about the trip. I had a new truck and it had satellite radio, a favorite option on mine, and a good air conditioner. But within the first half hour it started to go bad. I stopped in this convenience store to get something for breakfast, finding nothing I noticed that there was a Subway attached to the convenience store. I checked the menu and found a chicken sub with a onion sauce, and ordered it. Back in the truck and on my way I opened the sandwich and took my first bite. It was very good but the filling landed in my lap. OK now I look like a homeless guy that has not changed in a month. So I traveled a little further and found another store to buy something to clean myself up a little. I head for the bathroom and grab a wet paper towel to try to get the stains off of my shorts and shirt, bad idea. Now it looks like I urinated in my paints. So I pull my shirt down as far as it will go and now it looks like I am not wearing any pants. I purchase a bottle of seltzer to try to clean up the food spots and take it back to the truck. Of course when I opened the seltzer it goes all over the place and now I look like I just had a hell of a workout in spin class. I head out now and was cruising along the Maine turnpike at a crisp pace when I noticed that there was a state trooper with his lights on right in back of me. So I pull over and wait for the trooper. Licence and registration please. After writing me a ticket for going 79 in a 65 mph zone he says to me that I should be careful about my speed because there are moose that are crossing the road in the daytime and that I wouldn't want to hit of of those. And what I should have said to him was why he stopped me instead of the other hundreds of drivers that were doing either the same speed as I was or 20 mph more than your pal. That's what I should have said but instead I said "thank you have a nice day".
On my way again looking like I smeared a sandwich on myself and 137.00 dollars lighter in the wallet, and cursing like a madman. When I got about 10 miles a way from my destination the direction said that I should make a left on route 203 and the dealer would be 2 and a half miles on the left. Well no dealer on the left and after driving for about 8 miles not believing the directions saying 2 and a half miles I pulled over to check the map. I see that I am on the right road but I had turned onto the wrong end of route 203. Decision, turn around or continue on, I turned around and finally made my way to the dealership and made the swap.
The trip back was uneventful with me staying away from any kind of food products and staying at 65 miles per hour the whole way. And I did not see any dam moose.
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Haven't you learned your lesson? You should just stay home.
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