HEY!” “HEY, YOU CAN’T PARK HERE, ASSHOLE!” a deep voice echoed as a series of loud thumps on my door sprung me from my slumber.
What in tarnation?
Naturally curious to see who had their knickers in a knot, I slithered out of the sleeper, cracked the window, and peeked outside.
Ninety minutes prior, I was backed into the loading dock at The Home Depot along US Route 41 in Tampa, Florida.
This was the third and final delivery of a short run from Hotlanta to the Tampon after dropping a hot load of Red River Valley spuds the day before at the Atlanta State Farmers Market.