Eerie in Indianer
By Mel Hansen
Coming across Indiana this morning I was deathly dreading driving through Indianapolis, as I always do. I pulled out the hand wipes and wiped all my fingers, the nasty taste of the sanitizer helps keep me from gnawing on my fingernails... and prepared for the bumper to bumper crazy traffic, all the cement potholes to hell that plague that Godforsaken hell hole!
About a third of the way through Indianapolis I began to
notice that traffic was surprisingly very light! No bumper to bumper traffic, very
few cars and light trucks, mostly just us big rigs...and plenty of room to
dodge the potholes leading to hell! I began to think I was either dreaming or
in a episode of “The Twilight Zone”.
Halfway through Indianapolis there began to come over the CB
radio comments from other truckers noticing the same thing I was. One trucker even asking if we were in Indy or
in another time? His question was immediately answered with a bunch of... “Shut
the hell up ya dumb bastard!...before ya jinx us all! Whether in a different time
or in the Twilight Zone, just be grateful for what’s happening!”
I made it through Indy in record time. Without a nasty taste
of hand cleaner sanitizer in my mouth... and my fingernails still growing!
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