The red truck

Date: 8/18/2023

I jumped into the back of an old red pickup truck going the direction I needed to go. The weather was murky but the sun was still out. The end door was broken and I damn near slid off when the driver did something that sent me forward. Luckily I caught myself. There were a few things in the truck bed like she had been helping someone move recently. After some observation I came to the conclusion it was her sons things. Maybe he went to college or bought a house? Couldn’t tell. I’d say maybe older than college being that his old kids toys were in the mix. Maybe that stuff has always been there and she didn’t have the heart to throw it away? Where was he? When she stopped the first time she said she knew I was back there. She reminded me of coach Conley. Stern but caring. Later we picked up a pregnant young women. I don’t know any names. The driver showed me a photo of a very light skinned man with curly short blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was a bit chunky. I couldn’t tell if this was her son or lover. She asked me what ethnicity he looked. I said he looked multiracial and genetics are interesting. She seemed proud of that. She tried to take a photo of me & I told her I could text her one being that I looked so terrible. I’m Not sure why I cared? Who would she send it to I know? Almost like she was trying to show off who she met. We stopped to get gas and I asked preggers if she wanted anything to drink. Fruit juice. The gas station was tiny as hell & they didn’t have shit. I looked and looked. It was taking way too long. Then I see lil hugs fruit juices through the glass fridge at the very bottom. It wasn’t there before. I open it and there’s a room full of people (mostly black) in a hot tub/sauna spa type room all drinking lil hugs and having some sort of sexual swingers orgy. The guy directly in front of me had cum on his face. It didn’t bother me. I still asked him where he got the juice. He said there was a big tub of them in the store but they’re gone now. The party looked fun but I was taking forever so I grabbed what was close and went back to the truck. The driver seemed a bit irritated but I explained the situation. At the next gas station it was the exact opposite. Huge and completely packed. They had a breakfast buffet. I was craving pancakes. I asked the driver what she wanted. She handed me a Tropicana type juice. . Somehow this trip was taking even longer. The lines were long and I was gonna try to sneak out my goodies so I didn’t have to wait. Security caught me so I made something up and got in line. She says I had to eat there. That wasn’t gonna happen. I was afraid if the price because I couldn’t stay to eat. I threw away some and at each checkout it had a casino type feel that spins and gives you a discount. It still came up to 40 something .. anyways by the time I got back out the truck was pulling off. I ran waving my hands. The driver saw me and pulled back in. Now I’m wondering why I was trusting enough to leave my shit in the truck. I apologized again and gave them their things from the store. The driver seemed mad but she came back. Like I said, stern but caring deep down. The pregnant girl was very quiet the entire time unless you asked her something. Even then she was short. She reminded me of the teenage daughter from 40 yr old virgin but less loud. She sat in the passenger side. I in the back and we drove off.