Lake Lewisia #546

[scrubjayspeaks]

“The strangest thing,” the driver said while he unscrewed caps to peer into filters and radiators, “I would have sworn I recognized y'all from somewhere before I even pulled up.” The dancer Minnie, who could spot long-haul truckers at a hundred paces or, in this case, several decades of retirement, asked, “What route did you drive?” Sounding surprised, he rattled off a succession of highways and ports and products, to which Minnie said, “Oh, sure, anyone with sense stays just south of Omaha, that’s what Mama always said, so you definitely drove along her plenty.”

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