She takes and she takes, she takes and she takes, she understands when she gives it away. – Beth Hart
I stop at every Flying J I see. See, back when I was in that crazy capitalist stripping town, I got a months worth of wifi at the truck stop for twenty bucks. I figured it was worth it, but then I was only there a few days. I can still use it at any Flying J, tho, so to make full use of my purchase, and to feed my internet addiction, I stop and check my email at every Flying J.
Flying J’s are the best truck stops because they have little trucker lounge areas, where you can hang out on a couch and watch teevee, or sit at a desk and plug your computer in. These days I’m being civilized and using Flying J’s electricity instead of holing up in the van to do my internetting.
â€œHey, didn’t I see you at a Flying J the last state back?â€ a guy asks. I totally remember him, we were in this endless shower line together.
Yeah, I say, and I start to get kind of impressed with myself. I mean, here I thought I was going really slow, but if I’m keeping pace with a truck driver I must be doing really good.
No. Actually he’s been to Denver and back, a thousand miles, in the time that I’ve only moved one state over.
â€œSo, are you a driver too?â€ he asks.
â€œNo, I just dwell vehicularly,â€ I tell him.
Then they call his number for a shower and I’ve almost completely forgotten him when he shows back up.
â€œHey,â€ he shuffles his feet, â€œdo you need any help?â€
It’s not the normal creepy guy drivel of maybe we could help each other out (ie, I’ll give you twenty bucks for a blow job) and I don’t know what to say, so he goes on.
â€œI mean, you said you live in a car, and I been down like that, man, I know how it is, and you’re driving west… I figure you aren’t working. I could help you out?â€
â€œOh. I stop and work when I run out of money,â€ I tell him. â€œI’ve been living in my van for almost two years. It’s not a bad thing.â€
â€œOh, okay, well, just checking,â€ he says.
People assume all the time that I’m broke â€“ and a lot of times I am, just because I usually don’t work until I’m totally out of money. But even when I’m totally out of money, I’ll be up a few hundred in a nights worth of work, so I feel kind of guilty when people give me huge discounts out of the kindness of their heart because I’m a poor girl who lives in a van. When I’ve just worked and have lots of money, I refuse them.
But when I’m broke, I take whatever I can get.