Hidden dangers

This job is bad for the waistline.

Not always for the usual reasons.

The truck stop in Bucyrus, Ohio, is within easy walking distance of a Bob Evans(tm). You don't even have to cross a street. You barely have to cross a parking lot.

I had a nice big lunch already today. And the closest thing I've ever managed to a diet was to limit myself to one real meal a day. Logically speaking, I should have stayed in the truck tonight and gone in the morning. Breakfast is my favorite meal at Bob Evans(tm) anyway.

Not an option this time.

I started my day in North Carolina. I crossed Virginia, West Virginia, and half of Ohio before I stopped for a break of any kind. At which point I had a leisurely lunch* and drove the rest of the way to the customer in one jump. By the time the nice people had unloaded me, I had done my research and found the only truck stop within fifty miles. Getting here and parking more or less ended my day.

In Bucyrus, Ohio.

Bucyrus is about equidistant from every major city in Ohio. Or so it seems. Beautiful country, but not a hotbed of industrial activity. I had no idea where my next load was coming from. Or, to be more accurate, where I'd be going to to get it.

Fortunately, my dispatcher was already on top of things. I have a load tomorrow. It picks up at 7:00 am, about 50 miles from here. Which means I'd better be rolling by 5:00. Anything later than 5:30 would be insane.

The Bob Evans(tm) in Bucyrus opens at 6:00.

Sigh.

So here I am, finishing up a bowl of their famous sausage gravy. For supper. When I didn't need supper. It was that or park next to a Bob Evans(tm) and get nothing.

Svelteness is a receding goal.

This job has perils you might never have imagined.

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*Unusual for me—I usually get a sandwich and eat it while driving. (I know what kind of distraction I can handle—your mileage may vary.)