Story Time.
This is a true story. (about being fat) Part 2.
(Part 1 was on page 29 post #422)
Well it was time to brush off the 'fat and stupid' look. Ok, so you got dealt a bad hand. Throw it in, that's all you can do. A plan had to be devised. Trucking acclimates one to think on your feet. I can do this as well as anybody. Well the first thing you have to do is see how much money you have.
Hmmmm. This is not good. This is not good at all. $280+.00. I start guesstimating how much in gas I spent on the way out. I panic. I know I'm in trouble. Damn. I can make it home but now I have to evaluate where I'm gonna skimp and crimp to pull this off. My biggest concern is I know I'm screwed on hotel lodging and I also know it's mid November. There's already a couple feet of snow here and clear over into Nebraska. I'm concerned about sleeping in the car idling....well we have to try anyway. I have a 25 minute drive from Myton to the next civilized town which is Vernal Utah.
I pull into a C- store and top off my gas tank and buy 2 gallons of water. See, immediately I'm thinking survival. Water is cheaper than soda and I can live off water in crunch time. I pull off the gas island and call back to an ex-employeer I worked for. What the hell, the call is free, we parted on good terms and they always need drivers. Within 3 minutes, everything is settled. It's late Friday morning, I tell them I'll be there Monday to re-up my paper work and set up my truck (my old truck at that !!) I'm think no hotels anyway so I could crank out 2 - 1000 mile days and stay awake as long as possible.
Hell I'm grinnin' like a butchers dog, in half an hour I went from gloom and doom to life is right again. I'm ready to head back to Pennsylvania and start over my starting over. Let's go.
I get to the east end of Vernal on Rt 50 and get ready to push the pedal hard to climb a big hill as I leave civilization, hell only one lil driveway seperates me and the elk country. Oh that 4-Door Jimmy sees me coming, she's at a dead stop on that driveway... OOOOOOOH NOOOOOOO !!! *slams brakes HARD !!!*
Time elapses...
I'm awaken to confusion. I hear "put him on the board" "I need help lifting him !! he's a pretty big guy !!" another voice "I saw the whole thing, she pulled right in front of him". I sense excitement about me and I can't be there, I'm in a dream I think, I'm dazed. I mumble to myself 'why am I soaked ?? and why am I upside down on the passenger side ??' fades to black....
I wake up to an ER doctor shining the lil light in my eyes and he says "how ya feeling ??" I said not good. He said "that was a nasty wreck you had, but I think you'll be ok". Long time passes. Time to meet the proverbial 'Lady with the clipboard'
"Hi, do you have insurance ??"
"no"
"Are you sure ??"
"yes"
"How are you paying for your hospital bill ??"
"ma'am, I barely know my name right now..."
"Can you make arrangements to pay your bill ??"
*really penetrating 'get the **** away from me' look*
30 minutes pass, ER doctor comes in. "Well Randy, I think you'll be ok"
"really ?? I don't feel very well"
"Well the CAT scan was negative"
"What CAT scan ??"
"When you were brought in here - about 5 hours ago"
"I've been here 5 hours ?????"
"yes, you're gonna be fine in a few hours. I'm releasing you"
Ummm Doc, I'm not sure I can walk"
"You'll be fine, change the band-aid on your knee once a day too"
So here I sit at the discharge desk in a wheelchair with one pant leg cut off, no coat, 20 degrees out, head way the hell up in the clouds, all my earthly possessions in a demolished car at a towing yard gawd-knows-where and the receptionist is asking me if I can get a taxi not to mention it's getting dark out, real dark.... real fast....
Part 3 later.
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