The Creepy Old Dude

So, these past couple of days have been very lazy for me and, of course, I’ve taken that time to do some caching across I-70. Just a couple of days ago, I was at 44 found but, as you can see, I’m up to 60 now. And, I just hid another in Virginia for my Geotrucking Friends.

Ok, I know that GeoCaching has gotten the better of me but I need to talk about other things also.

Over the weekend that I was home, I made a decision that was health based for me. After years of drinking Diet Coke like it was water, I decided that it was time, again, to cut it out of my diet completely.

So, I did.

I made a conscious effort to begin to cut back and replace the diet coke with water, albeit flavored water. Now, I didn’t want a lot of sugar but knew that I needed my vitamins also, so I went with the Propel packets that you add to a bottle of water. While not as good as diet coke, it does the job well enough that I haven’t had a diet coke or anything with caffeine in it, in 3 days now.

I still have 6 cans of diet coke in my truck. They are no longer mocking me.

I have to tell you about what happened while I was getting a cache near Plainfield, IN. Gina thinks it’s the funniest thing and, I have to admit, if it wasn’t me that it happened to, I’d think it was funny too.

At the rest area just west of Indianapolis on I-70, there is a cache that is near a pavilion of sorts. About 4 picnic tables under it with trees at all four corners. The cache was hidden in one of the trees and, when I found it, I sat down at one of the tables and signed the log for the cache.

While I was putting the cache back together, this older guy walks up under the pavilion and speaks to me. “Nice weather” and so forth. I paid no attention to the guy other than to respond to his comments. He asked if I was just traveling through and I told him I was a truck driver.

*side note* I was on the phone with Gina when this was going on. She lost her signal and then called back when it returned. *end side note*

While I was talking with Gina the second time, I turned around to see if the guy had left and he was, very unfortunately for me and my sanity, rubbing his crotch and asked if I wanted any company in my truck.

RUH!?

Um, well, I responded by saying “No thank you” and walking away. I told Gina and she started howling with laughter. I also told another friend of mine about it and he howled also. Personally, I needed a shower right then and there to get the scum off of me that he had put there by even talking to me.

Like totally gross!

Okay.

I said okay.

You can quit laughing now.

Really. It’s not THAT funny.

Really it’s not.

Fine. Keep laughing then. I’m signing off.

Till Next Time,
Blessings on those that are NOT laughing.

Kyle
Riverwolf
The Trucking Geek

Stop laughing! It’s not that funny!