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Big High Five to the Guy in that Dump Truck
People are good, everything is awesome!
Last Sunday I ran out of staples for my staple gun. I really needed them so I put the kids — still in their pajamas — into the car and headed off for a mad dash to the hardware store.
I left our quiet cul-de-sac and headed out of the neighborhood. I was at a stop sign getting ready to turn left onto a busier road when I saw a huge dump truck towing a trailer with a huge bulldozer on it coming. Like a lot of two-year-old boys, my son loves big rigs and heavy equipment, so I waited an extra second in order to let it pass.
He oohed and aahed at it and then I hit the gas and positioned my car neatly behind the trailer. I drove, following it for a few hundred yards before the big truck’s right hand signal light came on and I could hear the gears grinding as the driver downshifted several times before finally coming to a stop half on and half off the pavement.
The road was narrow, so I waited to see if there were cars coming in the other direction and then slowly crept around the truck — partly for safety and partly so my son could get another look.
As I was passing, the driver hopped down out of the cab and came running towards me. He was a big guy with tough trucker tattoos, Ray-Bans and a bandana on.
