We left Miami with a load and ran north up Hwy 27 where we discovered Willie and Elvira were running south on the same highway. Thing about running loads, there’s never enough time for socializing. But, we stopped in the median and got some chat time in the middle of the highway anyway because we do what we want.

Before we lucked up with this rendezvous, we stopped at a mom and pops truck stop. We parked and were walking up to the front of the store when we noticed a side door propped open. There was a beer truck delivery driver in and out of it, so we just entered behind him. We did all our old people potty stuff, and I got out before Freckles. I headed for the same door, naturally, but it was closed and there was a large sign stating, “not an exit” and “do not open door, alarm will sound.” I almost ignored it because after all, we came in that way and the beer guy too. Well, I opted to go around and out front instead. I was smoking a cigarette and starting to wonder where the hell Freckles was.

That’s when the alarm sounded, and I thought, “found her!” I was already laughing my ass off when out comes a flustered Freckles with a four foot tall Asian woman about one step behind her saying, “You no read a sign!?!?” “Why you no read a sign?” “I write a sign in a Engrish, and you still no read!” “Truck drive and can’t a read Engrish?!?”

That sidewalk I was on may have been dirty but I was laying on it laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. That lady was some kind of upset, though, and I could still hear her after she walked back in the store. I don’t think Freckles will go through a door with a sign like that again, but I can always hope.