Man oh man, what a night! Monday night, I came rolling into Seguin, TX, and dropped off some freight at the Motorola place, right off Rte 123.
Afterwards, I head to the Flying J, right off of I 10 on the extreme east side of San Antonio, and put in my 10 hours down time.
I get there early evening, break out the mini bar-b-que, pull out my folding chair, and start cooking a little grub.
Now, when I parked at the J, I went to the back row, where there is some grass (hmm, wonder why there are all these big dead patches of grass everywhere), and back in, so I can put my chair in the grass, and have the tail end of the truck right there, to do all my cooking and what not.
So, I get done eating, and break out the ole Game Boy (old school Game Boy) and see if I can beat my last score on Tetris of 167 lines.
Im sitting there, when all of a sudden, the noisiest damn Freightliner comes screaming into the spot next to me, nose first, and stops! Im like, what the hell?
The guy sits there a minute or two, and then out of the corner of my eye, this nasty little bleach blonde, comes scrambling down the row of trucks, and climbs into his truck.
Me, being the naieve, good husband, just think that that must be his ole lady, since on the side of his door, there is some fancy lettering having to do with the names of a man and woman.
A couple minutes later, Ms. Nasty Pants comes climbing down the steps, and takes off, at a brisk, bow-legged pace. Then it dawns on me! Friggin prostitute!
Its none of my business of course, but I just dont want any of those nasty things messing with me, while Im sitting back and relaxing. (Looks like reclining back and taking a nap in the semi-fresh (no pun intended) air is out of the question, due to safety reasons)
So, I sat out there till evening, tinkering around, while the same 3 or 4 girls go walking back and forth past me. Fortunately, none of them even made eye contact with me- apparently, all communication is done ahead of time, over the cb.
So, as the sun sets, I decide to lock up the back of my truck, and seek refuge in my cab. What a show! All night long, watching these ladies climbing in and out of trucks, and hopping into their respective pimp mobiles, while they line up the next trick.
I kept thinking to myself, "Man, if you guys saw what just had that, you would think twice about messing around!"
So, in a nutshell, this was my first experience with the lot lizards. Being an expediter, I normally find a secluded lot somewhere, or camp out in the shipper or consignees lot, depending on the circumstance. With the truck sizes that we use, we can practically get into an area a car can. Nobody shuts off their damn engines in these truck stops, so a headache is very easy to get.