The rest of the work day dragged.
Like a good worker though,
I finished everything I had to do before I left and then some.
>Trucks: fixed and filled with correct fuel for route.
>Veeder Root: balanced, All liquid transactions accounted for.
>Cash register: my side of the drawer balanced and accounted for.
>Drivers routes organized, corresponding tickets printed.
>StickerBro: Informed about what was up tonight (said he would hold down the fort, (What a guy gotta get him a case of beer for his troubles)
>Check the clock.
still had 2 hours.
What the fuck.
But that's how it is when you're looking forward to something though.
I get pulled away by a customer asking me some question about their order.
One customer leads to two, leads to three, leads to me checking the clock again mid conversation
>4:45
Time to wrap up and get out of there
I finish up with the customer I'm speaking with, grab my shit and head into the back shop.
My cohort is under a truck in the sticker bay, checking something to do with the steering.
>I call out to him before walking out of the open bay door towards the back of the building.
>"Have a good Night StickerBro! I'm getting the fuck out of here before something else happens!"
A famous phrase used between us while closing.
>"You too buddy! see you later!"
And with that.
I walk out to my truck situated in the back lot, get in and crank it over.
The I-6 turbocharged diesel chugged to life.
Old Reliable wasn't the quietest get away vehicle...
The office worker knew I was dodging out early. (no pun intended)
Whatever
Pull out of the lot and head home to shower.
>check the clock on my radio.
4:55 pm
An extra 5 minutes...
>Nice
put on the alternative rock station
Greenday was playing.
Welcome to Paradise I think
>Love that shit, jam out all the down the back roads Singing along.
>Arrive home, lay my clothes out
>Start the shower up, My showers are long and thorough.
>45 minutes on average.
My work was.... and still to this day is
Super Fucking Dirty.

>I Always smell like Diesel fuel or Hydro fluid, maybe its been bleached into my skin, even after long hot showers I can still smell it on myself.
(as an interesting side note Anons, I've been with a couple of different girls and their reactions to me coming home smelling like fuel were mostly the same......
I'm not saying don't shower.... for the love of fucking god.
Please Shower.
A LOT.
OFTEN.
It Feels amazing getting clean after a long day
But if you work in the field and interact with girls, take note. They will treat you different when you smell certain ways based on what you work on.
enough build up.
It Turned Them On.
Don't know why but it just did.
At least 3 of them had told me so in passing conversation.
It wasn't hard to tell though, all over me as soon as I would get in the door on days I was covered in the oily film.
I would have never even put 2 and 2 together if it wasn't for A dude I worked with bringing it up one day
while we were working one day A co worker says to me.
>"you ever notice your girl is all over you after you've gotten in a fight with a truck at work?"
I think for a second and reply back
>"Now that you mention it....yeah...."
he replies after some silence.
>"I should do some sort of study about that"
We both have a good laugh together, it was genuinely funny coming to this conclusion together.
Great time working there during a real shit part of my life
He was Affectionately named Billy the kid.
and this dude taught me SO fucking much, couldn't have been more then 4 years older then me but wise beyond his years. never saw him again after I left the company we worked at together one day.
place finally broke me.
I'd NEVER let a place get to me like that ever again.
A huge regret I still have to this day.
If you're out there, you know who you are. please don't be afraid to reach out, you know where I live... I still have your Old Snap-On toolbox you traded for a boat...crazy I know)

>Getting out of the shower I apply deodorant and some of that Smell Good that I keep in my drawer in the bathroom.
(cologne for those of you who don't understand the retarded lexicon I spew spontaneously throughout this story)
I don't often use cologne but when I do, I use the one my Uncle got me when Sunshine and I Stagged prom. (oooooohhhh spoilers for other side stories) I've had The bottle what feels like forever with right about 5 or 6 pumps left, 2 or 3 after tonight.
In reality it was just under a year old
>Heading into my bedroom to get dressed. The clothes I has set out earlier Included a red, gold and black flannel, a short sleeve grey shirt and My favorite pair of Carhart work pants.
I wasn't dressing to impress.
I never did.
Because I never had to.
Never really gave a shit about what people outside my closest of friends thought of me.
My words and actions were enough to impress people without really trying.
I had other desirable attributes that helped too.
Those didn't come about until really late in high school though.
>Heading back into the bathroom with the medium length, slightly damp brown mop on my head that I called hair.
>I plugged in the blow dryer and flicked it on, beginning to wave it back and forth while pointing it at my hair
>Grabbed a comb out of my drawer and started running it through the matted mess.
>the warm air from the magical device in my hand enveloped my head.
FeelsFuckingAmazing
>5 minutes later my hair had the same style I always used, top combed back and to my right side, everything else fell into place.
Nothing fancy.
I'm a simple kind of guy.

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I put my Glasses on that were battle scarred from me wearing them to work.
didn't really care how they looked, they did the job.
That's what mattered to me
(You need 2 pairs of glasses if you work in any kind of heavy industry, a work pair and a not work pair. I figured that out eventually)
>Putting my newer pair of work boots on I grab my keys and head into the kitchen.
Write a note for my mum
"Be back late going out for dinner then heading to RodKnock
Call if you need anything.
-Anon"
(RodKnock is a place I will describe in depth when it comes up in the story but for now just know its a real cool spot in the woods where me and my friends hang out and do dumb shit.)
>With that I open the house door.
>Nobody does the dinosaur.
Thank god.
>Heading out into the cool early spring night, I crank my truck over and let it idle for a few minutes
>pushing the button to Connect my phone to Bluetooth, I note the time on the shitty aftermarket radio as it pairs.
"6:05 pm"
>Still a little bit early, I know she isn't going to be ready right at 6:30.
What girl is ever on time?
>Scroll my phone looking for songs to play
>Decided I was feeling classic rock for the night
>Sultans of swing by Dire Straits is the first song in rotation
Awesome song right off rip, its gonna be a nice ride
>Pull out of my driveway and start making my way to the address she had sent me.
Wasn't far
20ish minutes.
>I drove nice and slow
I had already fueled up at work
Somewhere around 36 gallons I believe.
The truck could probably idle off that for 2 days straight
So no need to stop for diesel.
>I pull onto her street, looking over to the clock
"6:28 pm"
>"Close enough"
I mutter to myself
Arriving in front of her house I put the truck in park and it settles back down to an idle.

the one who speaks in green is back... love to see it <3

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Arriving in front of her house I put the truck in park and it settles back down to an idle.
The Turbo can be heard spooling up and down in time with the rhythmic hum produced by the forced induction powerhouse which Cummins proudly displays their name on.
>Picking up my phone I message her on Instagram
Not that I needed to.
She knew I was there.
Along with the entire neighborhood.
that truck was...
VeryFuckingLoud.
Even at idle.
>Around 5 minutes later the front door to her house swings open
There she was.
This crazy beautiful girl walking towards my pickup truck
Its hard to make perfection better
But god damn if she didn't give it a try
A black top, The sleeves a little longer then they should have been so they sat over her hands ever so slightly.
A white throw over shawl, it looked like a thin mesh and wouldn't really do anything to keep you warm but helped outline the figure of a goddess.
Skin tight Blue jeans that wrapped her amazing thighs and butt.
Knee high brown cowgirl boots completed the outfit.

The image of her walking out of that front door wouldn't be something I could easily forget.
Even to this day I can see her standing there.
A soft yellow glow from the light hanging above the porch, giving her jet black hair golden highlights.
>Her eyes shot straight to mine
Sky blue orbs that I remember well.
like laying on your back staring at the the sky on a completely clear day.
Easy to find yourself lost in if you aren't careful.

Walking around the front of the truck She opens the passengers side door, placing her matching little black wallet into the pocket situated near the bottom. and hops in.
Now adorning my shotgun seat.
she turns turns to me and says something I was half expecting
>"You could have shut your truck off when you pulled up you know" A small smile showing
I test the waters right out of the gate
>"Well now I know for the next time I come by"
her red cheeks and blue eyes were framed by her black hair
she was staring directly into my soul with those blue eyes again.
It made me want to confess my deepest, most closely held secrets
Maybe it was some kind of witchcraft she practiced
It was making the spaghetti fall out of my pockets.
>So I reached for the shifter on the column and cracked the truck into drive
>Pulling away from her house, the truck is still playing classic rock rock that I had set it to for my drive.
>reach over and switch it to the radio.
102.5FM The country station
It just felt right listening to country with her in the truck, plus she seemed to like it, a content smile on her face.
>I pose the million dollar question of our night.
>"Chili's sounds good right?"
her face lit up like a long forgotten connection had been made
>"OHH I love their street corn!!"
Without thinking I quickly blurt out
>"Me too! Ill usually get it with the classic combo deal thing they do"
She replies back almost like she had read my mind.
>"So you get a little bit of everything right?!"
we were both talking about a combo meal at a chain restaurant like it was a feast fit for kings, pretty funny looking back on it.
>"Yeah?! I can never decide between the things it comes with so why not just get them all?"
she replied back with a reaffirming head nod
>"EXACTLY!"
Chili's wasn't far, only 10 minutes from her house.
What would have been terribly awkward silence was absorbed by the low pitch droning of the diesel engine and the soft melodies of the country music rolling out of my speakers.

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Delicious pizza and cake.

delicious indeed anon