Yep. It's getting to be going home time here, or something. The patience level is dwindling with each passing day. If I can hang tough until next weekend, I'll be ready to put in for home time and get back by the end of the month. A few more trips along I-81 and I may not get to next weekend. They really should have three lanes in Virginia.
I took a few breaks along the way to calm my ire. In a weird twist, I felt better after a workout during one of the breaks. That's odd. I hate working out. Anyhow, I stopped in at the Pilot in Hagerstown and found that the place was jammed up at 7:30pm. I got the last parking space - you know the shitty one where you have to wind your way around a dumpster in order to get in. So now I'm chilling out here and carrying on a debate amongst myselves. I am allowed to deliver this load any time after midnight. So I could drive the last hour tonight, make my drop/hook, and try to find somewhere to park. That would get me on the board tonight, but the parking situation in Carlisle isn't pretty. Or I can take a nap here and drive up in the morning. That will give me better odds of finding parking, but I might end up further down the board.
I don't know man. I guess I'll take a nap. I'm not in a huge hurry to get back on the road just yet. My patience level is dwindling.
This is something to which I can look forward though. Old Ty still just ain't quite got it right. I get to see the hell unleashed next Saturday night. The veil has been lifted and those who called us racists for running that fraud out of town are being exposed.
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