The Nerd Truck Driver

The Truck Driver By Elton Camp Bruce had a job he wasn’t wild about. He drove a big truck on a regular route. Then on one fine summer day, He stopped at a café on the way. Bruce was sitting at the bar on a stool Minding his business as was his rule. On a cup of strong coffee he did sip. So he’d stay alert for the long trip. From the parking lot came a roar. The sound the waitress did abhor. “It’s that horrible motorcycle gang. As always, I’m in for a harangue.” Into the room they stalked with a smirk. Each one appeared to be a dirty jerk. Their cursing and sneering was a disgrace. Each had a scraggly beard covering his face. “Hello, baby, you cute little miss. This time, how about a big kiss?” Bruce looked the thug in the eye. “A little courtesy you should try.” The thug threw the coffee in his face. “A little man like you is a disgrace.” Bruce just calmly wiped the coffee away. He went out the door with nothing to say. To the waitress he spit, “Not much of a man, is he? With that, even a **** like you will have to agree.” “He’s not a very good driver I’d have to say. He just crushed ten motorcycles on his way.”