The saga continues
About three hours after Hedon posted about the cavalcade of stupidity (about 5 a.m.), we were awakened by a pounding on the truck door. Hedon answered the call. It was a security guard telling us we had to move. We were parked at a truck stop with other bobtails where we were in no one’s way. But we and all the other bobtails had to move. We get so sick of this kind of treatment. It was completely uncalled for, and they know damned good and well that there was nowhere else for us to go.
We took our sweet time getting around. So of course the security guard decided we needed to be reminded that we had best move along. It was at this moment that the pressure of the past several days caught up to Hedon. It’s all a bit of a blur to me now, but I’m pretty sure she called the guy a cock-sucking, pencil-dick, rent-a-cop. That’s the cleanest string of phrases I can remember. At another point in the conversation, the security guard sarcastically told her, “God bless you,” to which Hedon replied, “Jesus can suck my dick.” I’m so very proud of my baby.
I’ll leave it to her to describe the rest of today’s events, which she’ll probably do tomorrow. I just couldn’t resist telling the part that she most likely would not.
I’m not sure I could put up with what you two go through, good on Hedon for standing her ground. What’s happened to everyone these days?
Hedon is a bit like me, I would say. Ed is the nice one. I can’t wait to hear her version of the story!
The worst outcome from the whole thing is now I’ll be forced to start a crazy five year long vendetta against the truck stop involved.
It’s not like I really want to start a crazy vendetta, but I’m a hillbilly and that’s what we do. So now I have to work up the whole clan and make sure nobody has any dealings with said truck stop until I alert them that I’ve had proper vengence on them and the feud is over.
CAPTCHA: bird residue (Oh the feud is going to involve lots of bird residue)