Crazy biker guy.

Okay, sooo.... once again something has happened that I meant to write a blog about but I was not able to get on the computer. Sigh!

(Go to Elena's blog for her part of the story)

So I think I'll write about it now.

A crazy biker-man tried to see if he could go through the truck. He found out he couldn't.

I"ll start at the beginning...

*creepy voice* Once upon a time....muahahahahaha!!! (No. I'm not that crazy :D )

After finishing yet another store in pressure-washing, Jay and I were happily driving out of the dock and to the road.

I was checking off a tick on an envelope while announcing we only had such and such stores to do.

I hear Jay suddenly go, "Uuuhh.." so I look up.

The truck was stopped, it's lights flashing, and Dad was walking around twirling his mustache.

Dad walked up to us and Jay asked what had happened, and Dad said,

"A biker hit us. We'll be here for a while."

So Jay parked, and I hopped out of the small truck, and ran to the big truck. I jumped on the stairs by the truck window.

"What happen?" I asked.

Apparently I caught Elena off guard 'cause she jumped. I laughed at her of course.

"A biker hit us." She said, ignoring my laughing.

"What?? How? What an idiot!" I said. Not loudly, but quietly.

Elena shushed me and pointed to the guy.

He had grey hair, some crooked teeth, and a big nose. He was about fifty something.

He was talking to some other dude on the sidewalk, waving his hands in our direction.

I burst out laughing.

Now, anyone who knows Elena and I will know we tease back and forth, and entertain each other in our doing so. And normally anyone who knows us wouldn't care.

As I said, I burst out laughing and began to make up a story of the stupid biker man.

I pretended I was on a bike, saying, "I THINK I can, I THINK I can, I THINK I can, I THINK I can!!! I'M INVINCIBLE!!! *Wham!* Ow.. I thought I could!!"

It made Elena laugh, and me laugh.

"What an idiot!" I whispered again. (Yes, I'm that evil)

"Shhhh!" Elena said.

I of course didn't 'sh' and went on teasing quietly. "He ruined our truck! WAAHH! Look at that dent!" There was no dent, but I'm sure you figured that out.

Suddenly I saw a red punch-buggy. I hollered at Jay, "Hey Jay! I see a punch buggy, but since you didn't see it, it doesn't count!!"

Jay said, "Whatever!"

And Elena and I began talking about punch buggies and how I was winning. Then I saw yet another red punch buggy. This one was coming our way.

"Hey Jay!" I yelled. "Punch buggy red! HAHA!"

He stuck his tongue out.

Then Elena and I began talking about traffic.

Then the cops got here.

I suddenly fell quiet.

And Elena suddenly had a bunch of jokes to crack about the biker, and I began to franticly shush her!

We both fell quiet and listened to the coppers and the dudemanwhothoughthecouldgothroughtrucksbutfiguredouthecan'tandsoheblamesDad.

"Sir, are you hurt?" The tall black cop asked.

I didn't hear what he answered, but Elena and I heard,
"And those two have been hurling insults at me!"

Elena and I looked at each other with one eyebrow raised and mouthed "What??"

But ya' know what? The cops didn't even look around. They both dismissed the comment and asked what happened.

Dad came up to me and said I should go to Jay.

I did.

He followed.

"So, you guys and head on over to Metro and start the bread." He told Jay.

Jay said yep, and we were on our way.

On the way, I was beginning to feel rage, and my stomach was churning. I ranted to Jay. I don't remember what I said, but I remember talking reeeeally fast and my voice rose up to a shriek.

I don't know why, but sometimes when I'm mad and ranting my voices gets really high.

Jay didn't say anything about it though.

"And, do you know what?" He ranted to me, "Before the cops came he was stomping around angrily, and when the got there he held his back and limped!
And do you know what else? When the cops got there he was like,
'Oooh, I'm not gonna go near him!' Yeah, because I'm gonna hop out of the truck and beat you up right in front of two cops!"

We pulled into the parking lot of out next store. I felt sick.

We went into the store to do the bread, which means that rotten or expired bread is thrown in a bin, still in packages. So, we have to go and pick up the bread and take it out of the package and throw just the bread in a bin so cows can eat it.

Normally there's three bins full of packaged bread, but not that day. Thirteen packages, maybe less. It went quickly.

When we were done, I went to sit in the truck, because we can't pressure wash the bins until they're empty.

Suddenly the big truck pulls into the parking lot, and comes to the dock. When Dad was parked, I hopped up to his window.

"So?" I asked.

"He can't press charges." Dad said, "Or else we could charge him for driving on the sidewalk, which is illegal."

I felt better, and I went to help Elena dump the bins.

We joked about the guy happily there.

*creepy voice* And so, in the end, the biker figured out he's an idiot....muahahahahaha!!!