The day started like any other day. We were up and on the road by 3am to get a load to St Louis by 8am, only to find ourselves sitting for 4 hours while they unloaded 298 pieces of freight. In defense of the dock worker, he WAS the only one working to unload us. We read in the book we started, Mark took a nap, I played games on my phone. We, finally, got our paperwork and headed to the nearest fuel stop to sweep out the trailer. I jumped out to go help, or watch, or whatever and that's when life changed for me. Right there at the Flying J truckstop in Pontoon Brach, Il.
Rewind your mind back to those good, old, hot summer days when everyone went down to their favorite swimming hole. You spend the afternoon jumping into the water, climbing up the bank, and jumping in again. You're having fun with friends and family. You know there are bugs, chiggars, and ticks in the grass and that you will have bites on your body when the day is over. That's ok, you say to yourself, because at least you are having fun in the great outdoors.
Me? I seemed to have found a huge nest of chiggers , because I have bites on my arms, legs, hands, fingers, FACE!..... and I didnt even get to play outside to EARN them. I WAS ROBBED!! Now I sit here crossing Kansas ITCHING....ALOT!
Insert the music Ride of the Valkry's here. That should put the situation into perspective. Did I mention that everytime I go into a place (because a girls gotta pee and we are not in Buffalo), I get stares from all directions as if I had Ebola.
FEEL SORRY FOR ME. PEOPLE. 😬🕷😢
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