| | Well here I am sitting waiting on my wife to come home from work. (another16hr day for her) I hate her Job. But anyway I thought I would tell a little story while I was waiting. And I goes a little something like this.
Once upon a time (You know every story starts like this) There was this OTR Truck driver named Crazy Horse. He was a bulk hauler from South Louisiana. And he had a big ole fancey Peterbuilt. He would run all over the United States hauling plastic pellets for the automotive industry. Most of his trips took him from Louisiana up into the North East part of the country. He was a very lonesome man although he was married. He never did care to much for being home in Louisiana because he was so unhappy. He had always had this idea picture in his mind of what he thought the perfect wife would be like. And need less to say his wife at that time was really not it. But there was children in the picture so it was not that easy for him to say enough is enough. All that his wife ever did when he was home was put down on him and call him a stupid Truck Driver. You see, she was one of these women that required a lot of money to maintain. (SHE SHOULD HAVE MARRIED A LAWYER)
This went on for many years. (6.5) Untill one day she found her somebody else (RICHER) that could afford to drive her. And that left Crazy Horse single and able to look for that perfect soulmate he had always wanted and wished for. Someone who would love him for just what he was. and not exspect him to be anything he was not. During these years Crazy Horse had made many trips across the state of Alabama. One of his favorite places to stop was a little town called York, Alabama. In York there was this little truck stop called the York BP. He always stopped there because everybody always treated him so nice. AND THE TEA WAS FREE! During these years he had met a young lady that always seemed to be working the fuel desk when he would stop. But he never really knew her name. She would always greet him with a smile and a "Hi how are you today" when he would walk through the door. And that always made the shy Crazy Horse turn red in the face and say "Hi" as he walked in the door. The years went by and Crazy Horse dated a few other women but never could seem to find that idea one. All this time, everytime he stopped at York Alabama there was that lady at the fuel desk. Always smile'n and always in such a happy mood. And there was ole Crazy Horse still to shy to have much of a conversation with her. He always thought that a girl that nice would never give him the time of day. And besides that, he thought she would probably be just like all the rest of the women in his life and put down on him. He thought that the smiles were just a trick. And he had made himself a promise to never fall for anymore tricks. Then oneday when he was at York with another driver he got brave and started a conversation with her. (HAD TO SHOW OFF IN FRONT OF THE OTHER DRIVER) And started talking about his horses he had in Louisiana. Turns out that the she Loved horses and things like that too. Crazy Horse thought this was so cool. So he showed off a little bit more. He took a deep breath (and in a deep voice) said, "well if you ever feel like going riding call me" as he gave her his card. And she said sure, I might do that. Crazy Horse said, "So what do they call you?" She replied, "Something Special". Crazy Horse, thinking to him self said, "Boy does that nick name fit".
Crazy horse stayed around talking to her for about another 30 min or so then he had to go. He had to be in Michigan the next morning. As Crazy Horse and the other driver walked out the truck stop, the other driver asked him. "what are you going to do if she really calls you?" Crazy Horse replied, "She will never call me, Girls that are that nice never call me and besides if she did she would most likely turn out to be just like the rest of the women thats been in my life."
Well Crazy Horse went on to Michigan and deliverd his load at Ford corp. This whole time he was wondering if she would ever call. He was really wishing that she would. On his way back from Michigan to Louisiana he had not heard a thing from her. So as he passed the York exit on I-59 he decided to stop and try to see her. When he walked into the truck stop he saw that she was not there. (feeling depressed) he asked the girl there, "where is something special?" The new girl said in a very short and to the point tone, "Can't you see, shes not here" Crazy Horse thought to himself "WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LIVING" But he felt he could not leave there with out letting her know he had stopped by to see her. So he asked the other girl "could you call her for me so I could talk to her?" the girl replies, "NO I WILL NOT!" By this time Crazy Horse decides, This rude woman isn't going to get the last word. So he says, "can I leave her a note for you to give to her?" She says, "What ever!" So he writes Something Special this little note to let her know that he had stopped by to talk to her, but only this time he adds the words, "PLEASE call me". And he gives the note to the rude girl and says, "thanks" And then he leaves.
END OF PART ONE! TO BE CONTINUED!
PART TWO: The Test |
