Finally got to sleep last night. Heavy rain outside. I had my Truman biography next to my face. I heard a kind of tap. Then another, a bit harder. Where the hell was I? VA where the cops love to harass parking trucks? Was I in a rest area? Was I loaded? This all started to race through my mind. Tap, tap – harder, kind of a 1/2 a bang. I went to turn on the bunk light. I fell asleep with it on. I got up and put on my pants.
I “peered” out of from the curtain. There was small woman (girl?) standing there in the pouring rain looking up at me. I knew what she wanted. And I got really ticked. I screamed: “What are you doing, go away!” and slammed the curtain shut. Actually since you can’t slam a curtain shut, I kinda “shoved” it shut. It took me 2 hours to get back to sleep.
9am. Operations calls me. The trip from Huger SC to OH cancelled yesterday is not back on. I make a fast cup of coffee and throw on my sweats and jump in the front seat. Release the brakes. Move forward. Beep. The Qualcom. The trip has been cancelled again.
Times are tough. Stupid me. If I was driving a RV or one of those million dollar star busses, I would tell this woman to come in out of the rain. I’d give her a hot meal and send her to bed. In the morning I’d give her $50 and call for a cab to take her somewhere. Sad though. This is not a scene out of “Pretty Woman.” I don’t know if she is an alcoholic or drug addict and if she gives all of her money to some pimp or abusive parent. And most likely, despite my helping her, she’d most likely be right here, in this little Shell truck stop right off I85 trying to sell herself in the rain.
The photo credit is: http://www.ddonovan.net/05-05-29si/05-05-29sw-woman-in-rain-jenni-.htm David Donovan is an incredible photographer out of Dallas TX – his website is: http://ddonovan.net/