Affair With A Truck Driver

Back when I was still working, the company gave me two breaks per day in addition to my lunch hour, 10am and 3pm were my assigned times, and in an attempt to keep close control on my Diabetes, Cindy would meet me at these times, we would check my blood sugars, have a snack or a shot, you know all the good stuff that goes along with it, as with everything else in life we got ourselves into a routine, almost every day we would meet at the same convenience store, heck it got to where the workers even began to have our snacks ready before we got there.

Across the street from this particular store is it’s main office, next door is the computer/high tech division where all the secret computer type stuff is dreamed up, built, tweaked and distributed amongst their stores, our good friend and neighbor Mr. Bill works in this office, not really sure exactly what they do behind those blacked out windows, I have asked him before but the answer is always, “It’s a secret, if I told you I’d have to kill you” I suppose I’d rather not know than to be killed so I just never asked again, I do know that the high tech efficiency of the Toot n Scoot lies in the capable hands of Mr. Bill and his trusty sidekick, who has asked to remain anonymous.

Cindy always had this thing with Mr. Bill, when he came home from work in the evening she would yell across the street as he was walking to his house, “Hey Honey, I Love You and I Missed You Today!!” then blow him a few kisses, he would sheepishly look across and wave, sometimes he would yell back I Missed You Too and blow her a kiss, this went on up until the time we moved and the joke was that they were having an affair, she always blew him a kiss, and with a sheepish grin he would return the favor almost every day, good thing his wife wasn’t watching..Right?

Some of the people from the convenience store office would walk across the street at the same time we were there for break each day, and Mr. Bill would take his break about the same time also, for a long time none of the guys would talk to us, but you could see them whispering amongst themselves and pointing in our direction, after hearing a Hey Honey, Mr. Bill would stop by and talk to us briefly and then be back off to his secret missions behind the blacked out glass.

It came to our attention one day that we should be more careful sitting in the parking lot because the store didn’t want any problems, the word was out that Cindy and I were having an affair, the guys from the office had been wondering why we were showing up each day at the same time, and rather than ask us, they decided we must be up to something seedy, the rumor spread like wildfire about the people having an affair meeting in the parking lot, the clerks knew us but only from coming in so they couldn’t confirm or deny the rumor.

By the time it got around to Mr. Bill, he helped us out by confirming that we were having an affair, he told a fine story about how Cindy lived across the street from him and that her husband was a truck driver who was on the road a lot, and that she even flirted with him to which her Hey Honey greeting just played right into the story, when they finally approached us about it, we just played along and asked for them to give us a sign if anyone saw a big truck coming down the road.

I’m not sure if we ever told them any better or not, I do know that we continued our affair up to the day I retired; Cindy would still yell at Mr. Bill and he would blow her a kiss with that famous sheepish grin, we got a lot of mileage out of this Truck Driver story, I wonder if the office guys still look for us and I also wonder if Mr. Bill ever drove a truck.