Missie600
Active Expediter
Last week we were in the Boondocks cafe/diner in northern Iowa. A fellow driver sat near us and struck up a conversation. He was an older man. Tall with a scruffy long beard. He had hair growing out the end of his nose and his hands were grease stained.
I must admit that normally I would shy away from a man that had this appearance. But I truly liked this guy from the beginning. He had a soft voice and reminded me of someone. Later it came to me. Remember the old man in the movie "Home Alone"? The neighbor that the boy was afraid of but later befriended? (this is where I need Ragman's assistance).
He asked us about our job with FDCC and he told us a little about his flatbed work. He lives in Canada and was headed to Texas. We talked about how it is hard out on the road when you have to miss family events, etc. He told me about when he was a younger man he had a local job where he could be home every evening. His daughter wouldn't take her evening bottle from anyone but him. As he told this story a tear slowly ran down his cheek. This memory meant a lot to this man.
He told us that he could have gone to work at the factory like his brother, but he wanted to drive a truck. His brother is now retired with a pension that is more than his truckdriving pay. I felt like he had some regrets but had come to terms with it.
I guess we all have those feelings. Just depends on the day.
I must admit that normally I would shy away from a man that had this appearance. But I truly liked this guy from the beginning. He had a soft voice and reminded me of someone. Later it came to me. Remember the old man in the movie "Home Alone"? The neighbor that the boy was afraid of but later befriended? (this is where I need Ragman's assistance).
He asked us about our job with FDCC and he told us a little about his flatbed work. He lives in Canada and was headed to Texas. We talked about how it is hard out on the road when you have to miss family events, etc. He told me about when he was a younger man he had a local job where he could be home every evening. His daughter wouldn't take her evening bottle from anyone but him. As he told this story a tear slowly ran down his cheek. This memory meant a lot to this man.
He told us that he could have gone to work at the factory like his brother, but he wanted to drive a truck. His brother is now retired with a pension that is more than his truckdriving pay. I felt like he had some regrets but had come to terms with it.
I guess we all have those feelings. Just depends on the day.
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