Tonight Ed and I stopped at a Starbucks located inside a New Jersey travel plaza.
While making our coffee, the girl behind the counter was asking Ed some questions about being a truck driver.
I’m standing nearby waiting for my order when I hear this conversation between them:
Starbucks Chick: "So, you and your wife drive together in the truck?" (you'll understand later why it wasn't even worth explaining that I'm not his wife...)
Ed: "Yeah, she drives with me."
Starbucks Girl: "Does she have her CDL?"
Ed: "Yep."
Starbucks Girl: "Man, that’s cool. I don’t think I could drive one of those trucks."
Ed: "Well, there are lots of truck drivers out there that would love to have someone learn and ride along with them."
Starbucks Girl: "Oh, I don’t know about that. I couldn’t be drivin’ one of them but (as she does her ghetto neck roll and a little “tsk” sound), I hope I get hit by one of them one day. I’m gonna get paaiiiid."
Clearly, the option of getting hit by an 80,000 pound vehicle is more appealing to her than having to work for a living. That kind of mentality is most likely the reason she’s working at Starbucks in a travel plaza on the New Jersey Turnpike.
1 comment:
On my worst days, I tend to agree with her. Except I can't do the neck roll. I tried it once and my chiropractor got "paaiiid."
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