Saturday, November 28, 2015

Diary correspondence

 I'm cheating. I'm using contents of my email conversation as a diary entry.

Secret admirer


Someone left a note on my car to call a number. I think it was the girl attendant at the truck stop, gave me her number but didn't leave a name. I wanted to call, what should I have done? At first I thought someone fender bender-ed my car and left their number. Then I thought it might be soliciting or a scam. But then it seemed more like a personal number. Only thing I'm worried about is she has me go somewhere and her boyfriend with a bunch of guys jacking my car.



I called three times on Friday. At 8pm, this raspy voiced woman answered. Could've been the girl's mother... maybe the girl's co-worker left the note to play a prank on her... or the mother left a note for somebody else and put it on the wrong car? LOL. Had to out call of curiosity too. But whatever the situation, it's not a good one for me. Either she's too young, or too old, ha ha. Red light on that one. I scratched that curiosity itch, so it's done. I said, '... uh. I'm sorry I think I got the wrong number.' Then I stayed on the line to see if I could figure out something more. And the woman was like '...okay. have a nice evening then...' LOL.

how did you go north?

 I was near Winchester at the West Virginia border on Thanksgiving. 39.290396, -78.087193. Kinda pissed that I ended up back north due to a combination of accidentally GPS to the wrong location and looking for a truck stop for a shower.

 Man, I wanted a Walmart down at Front Royal, I was like 2 miles from the city,  and this offline gps took me all the way up 81 for no reason. And you know those highways don't have lots of exits, so I was like whatever I'm too tired to figure out this shit. I pulled off at an exit that had Liberty gas, cause I saw Liberty owned one of those trucker rest stops and I thought this might be one. It was a gas station, but I asked around and they said there was Flying J close by, about 20 minutes. I wanted that shower so, yep. That's how my ass got hauled so far north. And I kept passing by the Luv's stop on my way 81 South, LOL. Every time by the time I think, hey I should stop there, I've already passed the exit and the next exit is like 10 minutes drive down the highway, so I didn't turn around and go back.

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