“Will I hit a lot of traffic on my way outa here?” the man seated in the booth next to me asked. He was in his 60s, wore jeans, a yellow and blue plaid shirt, suspenders and a baseball that read Edison, NJ. It was 9 am on a Friday morning in Montauk, NY (the End of the south fork of Long Island) and we were having breakfast at a local pancake house.
“I don’t know. It’s my first time… Your first time here?” I asked.
“Yeah. Arrived at 3:30 this morning. Dropped off a load of shrubs at the nursery.”
His truck was a sleeper and he’d taken a snooze in the parking lot where he’d delivered his load. He had a refrigerator and a TV too.
We talked about Tennessee, New England, New Jersey.
You want to hear some juicy stuff. Plunk yourself down next to a trucker. And listen.
“You on Facebook?” he asked. I nodded.
“You gotta check out this lady…Moonpie Starbox. She does something new every day,” he handed me his phone. I was worried what he might be showing me.
I checked it out. It was a talking Dachshund. Not really my thing but I promised to check it out later.
He left the restaurant. I left a few minutes later just in time to see him driving west, out of town. I waved from the sidewalk. He waved back.
I wanted to share the really juicy stuff with you, but decided to save it for another time.