Almost didn't have a entry today. Then I blinked, just before bedtime.
Or the lights did. Many times.
There are about half a dozen emergency vehicles in the truck-stop parking lot, not a hundred feet away. A motorcycle cop is standing guard on a bunch of trucks in ire-engine red. Floodlights on a post, people scurrying in various directions. A good-sized trailer just pulled in. I think the markings included "hazmat."
Vehicle fire? Lethal fumes from some unfortunate tanker?
No. Somebody's fuel tank is leaking.
All right, it's not as silly as it sounds. My truck has two diesel tanks, 120 gallons each. Some of these trucks have bigger.
Can't laugh. But I think I'll go back to sleep.
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