Truck Stop Living

Yes, I believe you can live at a truck stop in America.

In Bakersfield, California I stopped by a Flying J truck stop to fuel up and spend the night before making my delivery in Tulare, California the next morning.

After dinning in the resturant I took a shower and stopped by the TV room to see what was on. I knew what was on, a rerun of Law and Order. Perhaps I would luck out. Yeah, Law and Order.

In the seats in front of me was a young couple in their mid twentys sacked out and perhaps making out under a very large blanket. The male of the pair left for a few minutes to return with two large cokes and a large pizza.

I finished the Law and Order and went to my sleeper to get a good nights rest.

Early the next morning I passed the TV room on my way to breakfast and the young couple were still watching the TV and eating cold pizza.

My delivery was made in Tulare, then I made my way toward Los Angeles for another load to go to Sacramento. I stopped by the same truck stop the next day for fuel and lunch.

Guess who was still there, drinking cokes and eating a fresh pizza, taking up five seats and hugging under the big blanket.

Perhaps they moved in.