Lights. Camera. Action!
Overheard on the phone in the truck:
Hedon: You know Billy Joe Bob and Betty Lou? [friends of ours who also happen to be truckers]
Hedon: Well! I was talking to Betty Lou the other day and they may be doing a tv show.
Stace: Really? That’s great! They would be great for a tv show. What kind of show is it?
Hedon: They don’t know. Right now they’re just in the talking with the producers phase and taking some test footage to see if they can work something out.
Stace: Well I hope it works out for them. Did it make you regret not pursuing it when those women contacted us and wanted us to do a show?
Hedon: Nah. That’s not exactly our thing.
Stace: Not at all.
Hedon: Unless…. What if they had offered us an insane amount of money? I mean what if they had been willing to pay us like $300,000 a year?
Stace: Ugh. I still wouldn’t have wanted to do it. Being filmed all the time. No privacy. That is seriously not for me.
Hedon: Not me! For $300,000 a year they could film me all day every day driving around wearing nothing but boxer-briefs. I wouldn’t even run loads anymore. Oh sure it would be uncomfortable in the beginning but after the first couple of checks started rolling in I bet I would get right into the swing of things.
Stace: Why in the hell would they want to film you driving around in your underwear?
Hedon: I don’t know. Maybe there’s a group of girly-girl lesbians out there with a weird fetish about great big raggedy diesel dykes who drive their semi-trucks around all the time in their underwear. You can never tell about lesbians.
Stace: I don’t seem to have a response to that.
Hedon: So can I do it?
Stace: Yes. Yes you can. If a television production company calls you up out of the blue and offers you $300,000 a year to film you driving around all day in your underwear to titillate super-femme lesbians you have my blessing. Go for it.