It was a very long workday at the end of a week of long days. No way could I reach my planned weekend parking - at my daughter's, near next week's job - at a reasonable hour. I talked with her when I pulled into Flying J. She was staying up waiting for me. I said, "Go to bed. I'll stop over here and drive the rest of the way in the morning." Then I pulled up to the gas pump. Just then a Winnebago finished fueling and went to park. 'Nice rig,' I thought. 'Looks like my friends' rig. Hey, I KNOW that dog!'
Yes, it was my friends, with their big dog riding shotgun. They do the same work I do, but on another team. Their set had finished similarly late and we could not have timed it better on purpose. A delicious dinner in good company was a delightful way to wrap up the day.
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