Instead of the Flying J, I was gonna park under a cool shade tree and take advantage of the cool grass Saturday morning after I made my delivery. I looked and looked, and finally found a tree. It was way out yonder over thar. But, hey, if the Col says do the shade tree, there must be sumtin' to it, so off I went.
Well, the grass was real cool, so he was right about that. The tree didn't have any leaves, though, so the shade was a little thin, but I stuck it out. A few hours later the land owner, a farmer, drove up on his snowmobile and wanted to know what I was doing in the middle of his field. Told him I was taking advantage of his cool grass and his beautiful shade tree. He just looked at me.
I went back over to the Flying J there in Fargo.