Last month, we visited our fair share of truck stops. When we drove from Los Angeles to Houston, we stopped at a bunch of them for snack and potty breaks. I even hung out with a large group of motorcycle biker guys at a truck stop in Albuquerque. They were mean looking guys wearing all black but they enjoyed playing with me. I guess even Matlese dogs are okay for motorcycle biker guys.
Now, Dad is regular height, 5 foot 9, but he had to jump up to reach the right button to press. See the yellow box? That’s where the buttons are! There were lots of truckers in their big rig trucks resting right by the scale. I’m sure the sight of a guy in a business suit jumping up and down at the yellow scale box gave them a good laugh. Dad said that if couldn’t reach the yellow box, his plan B was to lift up Mom so that she could reach it. Ha ha! That would have been super hilarious! Thankfully, the box was accessible for a 5 foot 9 guy.
At the cash register, they gave out trucker cards with the receipts. The cards have pictures of big rig trucks along with the driver’s bio. Mom has placed the trucker cards on the hotel fridge to decorate our hotel room. She’s really trying to get into the Texas spirit but it’s not working. You can take a girl out of LA but you can’t take LA out of a girl. At least there are some good LA type shopping places here in Houston. Mom has really enjoyed shopping at the Galleria Mall, City Center and Highland Village. These three places certainly don’t have truck stops!
Well, I hope everyone has a good rest of the day! Ta ta for now!