“Yew’re either going to bed or getting a mouthful of food in yew and I’m leaving which one yew pick firmly in yewr hands.”
He was a hypocrite and he knew it, but truckie needed sleep more than he probably did. Or at least a meal that wasn’t eaten between weld spots.
“Mm. Food’d be nice. Think I left somethin’ ‘round here somewhere.” Ah, no, wait, he’d eaten that last sandwich...something like eight hours ago. “Oh.” And that seems to be about as far as that train of thought is going to go, given that the conductor is asleep at the wheel.











