Truckers filling my summer days.

Maybe it was to much of the day spent in the sweat box we call the scale house. Maybe it was my fuse being significantly shortened by the trucker ahead of him. Or maybe it was 1 to many truckers thinking, "Oh it's a sweet little girl, I can totally manipulate, take advantage of her, and get her to bend all the rules for me while being totally inappropriate and expect her to take it as a compliment." Regardless, one of our regulars met my back bone and got a piece of my mind tonight.

Let's just say on Monday when he returns there will be a whole lot of "Yes, Ma'am's, and thank you's, and here is all the money I tried to rip off of you and your company."