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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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At the end of a long shift,feeling tired hot and hungry,I swung my 44 tonner off the M1 and into my favourite little truckstop.
As usual for that time on a Friday night the bar was crowded with truckers,a lot of them European, feeling the same way as me,looking forward to a well earned weekly rest.
But,before a meal and a drink,I really wanted to get out of my work clothes and big boots,take a refreshing shower and slip into something more comfortable,a clean t shirt,jeans and trainers.
I went to the counter to ask the guy for a key to the ladies shower room.
'I'm so sorry Gina.' he said,'there's a problem woth the hot water in the ladies,you can use the guys and I'll make sure no one comes in'. 'Hey,that's cool' I said 'I'm not shy,you know me' with a sly wink.
Now,i said there were a few European truckers in that night.Well,Joe,an Italian guy that I had chatted to a few times before,was within earshot. 'Hey Gee,,,you want I come scrub your back for you?' he called out,much to the amusement of his mates at the bar.'Sure' I replied with another wink 'but don't you touch what you can't afford'.
This is just usual trucker banter and I thought nothing of it as I took my shower key and walked towards the mens shower room,with my towel over my shoulder and my washbag in my hand.
If only I was blessed with being telepathic and I could have felt Joes eyes boring into my back as I went in,leaving the door unlocked.
Tony had said he would guard the door after all,,,but,It was busy in that bar................. |