Tonight finds me in Lebanon, IN. After a trying day of last minute covering for someone who called in hungover/sick/dead/whatever and scrambling down to Indiana to pick up a load going to Florida I was finally able to stop here, get a much needed bite to eat, and relax for a bit.
I stopped here to visit Johnny's next to the Flying J truck stop. I have been visiting this place for years. It has changed hands and names a couple of times, and has even been remodeled, but it is still a trucker bar.
When I walked in, wearing khakis, a nice shirt, bow tie, and Homburg hat, I was immediately greeted by the bartender and had a beer placed in front of my favorite seat at the bar. It's nice to be so far from home and be known.
One guy wearing a cheap straw cowboy hat, not even a trucker, started trying to screw with me about my Homburg, but the bartender, sweetheart that she is, immediately lit into him and let him know that she liked me a lot more than she liked him (I am a regular there) and if he wanted to start trouble she would make sure he was the one riding in the back of a police car after he lost the fight.
I couldn't help but chuckle. He just shut up and drank his drink. I didn't hear any more from him.
I am back in my truck now, getting ready to climb in the bunk. I had a good time in the bar, talking with a couple of fellow drivers, drinking a few beers, and smoking a few bowls. I even had one young lady give me a kiss smack on the lips after telling me how much she liked the smell of my tobacco.
Once the karaoke crap started I decided to call it a night.
I can't stand it despite the fact that I sing like a bird.
Ever hear a buzzard?
I am convinced that "karaoke" literally translates from Japanese to English as "Revenge for Hiroshima".
Anyway, my bowl of Frog Morton On The Town is about finished now so I am going to give my pillow some head.
Oh, by the way, I think I have some sort of chest cold as I have had a nasty cough for the past couple of days, complete with all the nasty stuff such a cough brings up. Hopefully that will pass soon.
Oh, I should mention, just for your amusement, that my CB handle is Frog Morton. Confuses the heck out of most drivers but once in a while someone actually gets it.
I stopped here to visit Johnny's next to the Flying J truck stop. I have been visiting this place for years. It has changed hands and names a couple of times, and has even been remodeled, but it is still a trucker bar.
When I walked in, wearing khakis, a nice shirt, bow tie, and Homburg hat, I was immediately greeted by the bartender and had a beer placed in front of my favorite seat at the bar. It's nice to be so far from home and be known.
One guy wearing a cheap straw cowboy hat, not even a trucker, started trying to screw with me about my Homburg, but the bartender, sweetheart that she is, immediately lit into him and let him know that she liked me a lot more than she liked him (I am a regular there) and if he wanted to start trouble she would make sure he was the one riding in the back of a police car after he lost the fight.
I couldn't help but chuckle. He just shut up and drank his drink. I didn't hear any more from him.
I am back in my truck now, getting ready to climb in the bunk. I had a good time in the bar, talking with a couple of fellow drivers, drinking a few beers, and smoking a few bowls. I even had one young lady give me a kiss smack on the lips after telling me how much she liked the smell of my tobacco.
Once the karaoke crap started I decided to call it a night.
I can't stand it despite the fact that I sing like a bird.
Ever hear a buzzard?
I am convinced that "karaoke" literally translates from Japanese to English as "Revenge for Hiroshima".
Anyway, my bowl of Frog Morton On The Town is about finished now so I am going to give my pillow some head.
Oh, by the way, I think I have some sort of chest cold as I have had a nasty cough for the past couple of days, complete with all the nasty stuff such a cough brings up. Hopefully that will pass soon.
Oh, I should mention, just for your amusement, that my CB handle is Frog Morton. Confuses the heck out of most drivers but once in a while someone actually gets it.
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