San Antonio, TX. I'm here at the Petro off I-10. It's hot, humid and the place - the Petro, not San Antonio, stinks. A heavy rain would really help matters. I've been in mud, dust and dirt all day. This just doesn't happen to box drivers. Tomorrow I'll do the Blue Beacon thing. Tonight, it's all about me. The showers here are excellent because they don't use those horrible water restrictors. Cost me $10 since I never fuel at Petro. I didn't want to get out. Time for some dinner. They offered a 1 lb. "sirloin" with potato and salad bar. A soda costs $2. I had to ask for a refill when my glass was almost empty. That's an automatic $1 deduction in the server's tip. At a place like Petro I have this theory - order the largest steak possible on the menu. That way you'll probably find something edible on it somewhere. The "outer" band of the steak served was fatty, tough and the taste was questionable. The closer I moved to the center, the more it tasted like a real steak. The fries were just too salty. I should have gone baked. Unlike T/A and sometimes FJ, the waitress did not serve a soft hot roll with butter. I really wanted one. If I wasn't so tired, I would have driven down the road to the FJ. Tomorrow, I probably move there, as I'm "stuck" here all weekend. My 7th and last stop (same load picked up near Lincoln, NE last Saturday) could not unload me today and told me to come back Monday. Actually, I think they forgot I was coming. The detention clock, already approved by the shipper, started at 4pm this afternoon.
Friday, September 05, 2008
If it's Friday, it must be...
San Antonio, TX. I'm here at the Petro off I-10. It's hot, humid and the place - the Petro, not San Antonio, stinks. A heavy rain would really help matters. I've been in mud, dust and dirt all day. This just doesn't happen to box drivers. Tomorrow I'll do the Blue Beacon thing. Tonight, it's all about me. The showers here are excellent because they don't use those horrible water restrictors. Cost me $10 since I never fuel at Petro. I didn't want to get out. Time for some dinner. They offered a 1 lb. "sirloin" with potato and salad bar. A soda costs $2. I had to ask for a refill when my glass was almost empty. That's an automatic $1 deduction in the server's tip. At a place like Petro I have this theory - order the largest steak possible on the menu. That way you'll probably find something edible on it somewhere. The "outer" band of the steak served was fatty, tough and the taste was questionable. The closer I moved to the center, the more it tasted like a real steak. The fries were just too salty. I should have gone baked. Unlike T/A and sometimes FJ, the waitress did not serve a soft hot roll with butter. I really wanted one. If I wasn't so tired, I would have driven down the road to the FJ. Tomorrow, I probably move there, as I'm "stuck" here all weekend. My 7th and last stop (same load picked up near Lincoln, NE last Saturday) could not unload me today and told me to come back Monday. Actually, I think they forgot I was coming. The detention clock, already approved by the shipper, started at 4pm this afternoon.
