Bother Moi? I had to drive a bobcat truck with my bread and butter job 'supervisor' wednesday for 10 hours round trip. Idiot decides 5A.M. is to early and we leave at 5:30, which put the morning sun in our eyes ( after he sat in the men's room at Starbucks for 15 minutes. What he was DOING in there I do not want to know.). I told him 3 times a big rig had flipped right at the offramp of our first stop. Like a salmon who only knows one stream he plowed us right into the mess. I turned my classical music station on. He called Mozart 'elevator music' and tuned in Larry Elder, a black right wing talk show host. By now it's allready aproaching 90 and he turns on the air conditioning, which I have been warning for a month has a bad bearing. It's squeeling and he says " My lord and saviour Jesus Christ will take care of us," moments before almost rear ending a fuel truck. Then he starts talking about THE LIZARD PEOPLE. I bury my face in a romanian bible, one of my few resources for learning that language ( I'll tell you how it ends when I finish.) He announces all religons are man made and I need to accept Jesus into my heart. A latino landscape truck with about 5 guys stuffed into an old Datsun minitruck is alongside. I roll down the window and ask if theres a Jesus aboard. One answers with a nervous SI. Hey, Hayzus, companero! Will you come into my heart, por favor? The latinos change lanes, and my brief training in lip reading makes out 'Mariposas.' Now the freeway sign announces the temp @ 106, my supervisor is sullen, Larry is goading some black liberal to move to Africa on a one way ticket subsrcibed by listeners, the air conditioning locked up, the mustard coloured sky of Rancho Cucamonga is approaching like some biblical scourge mixed with the smell of massive dairy operations, it's predicted we will hit 112 by noontime and I've allready downed 2 of my 3 bottles of water. Rodney breaks his silence with an outburst about Al Gore creating the GLOBAL WARMING conspiracy with the Trilateral Commisssion to further the Protocals of Zion. I had this epiphany of THE BIG ONE hitting, taking out Rodney with a RSK thrust to his jugular and shoving him out onto the latino's truckbed of weed wackers, rakes and burlap bags, heading for Arizona on back dirt roads after tanking up in Barstow in time to walk in on Doug And Sue for breakfast. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />