Haulin' Pie
Wellsir, fer awhile I hauled potpies outer' Racine, WI. I'd git thar early an' wait an' wait. Sometimes I wondered did I live thar or somewheres else. Anyhow, after a long while one o' them fellers'd come out n' tell me to back ma' trailer up to door so n' so. That n' thar were a mighty hard place to back into. Thar were a chain link fence on one side, an' a big ol' pothole right in the middle of the yard. Why that pothole were so deep, one feller backed in it an' disappeared. After 'bout a week, they started missin' that load o' pies, an' shore enough, they found 'im down in thar. They pulled 'im out an' boy were he mad! He said it were a lucky thing he'd tossed some potted meat in his knapsack the day before, 'cuz he'd gotten mighty hungry an' couldn't get anyone to copy on the Citizens' Band. Boy howdy!
One day, it took me six or seven tries to get backed to the door. I asked one o' them fellers iffin' why they didn't get that'n thar pothole fixed. He said "Where do you think the "pot" in potpie comes from?" Wellsir, I doan' waste much time talkin' to smart alickers like that, so I didn't ask him anything else. Boy howdy!
Wellsir, one year them fellers went on strike, an' we was plumb outer' work. I had to find a load fast, 'cuz them truck payments doan' grow on trees. Heh, heh, heh. Anyhow, I soon found a load goin' to Florida. I went to where they was loadin' an' Hello, it were a snow farm. Wellsir, they loaded ma' trailer an' I hightailed it fer Miami Beach. Seemed they was puttin' on a Winter Festival there an' needed snow for the downhill skiing competition. I didn't ask 'em where they was gettin' the downhill part from, but at least I was a rollin'.
Wellsir, when I got unloaded, they told me where I could find a load goin' back north. I went to pick it up, an' they was a feller what sold warm Florida sailboat fuel. He had a load goin' to Interlochen, MI. That were fine with me, so I headed up there to deliver it. They was a company thar what bottled that stuff and made right smart o' money sellin' it to boaters what preferred to power their sailboats with warm Florida air. They needed alot of it that year, 'cuz it were a cold winter an' they warn't much hot air to go around. Boy howdy!
Wellsir, I stayed busy that winter haulin' snow to south Florida, an' then takin' hot air back north. Then them pesky potpie fellers came back to work, so I figgered I could get back to the ol' routine. But things had took a turn fer the worst there, 'cuz durin' the strike, the company had been forced to cut all of us contracted haulers out. Seems they'd hired a bunch o' fellers to haul them pies with little red wagons, an' we was plumb outer' work.
Wellsir, we was mad, us truckers was, so we got together an' had us a talk. Someone suggested we all swear off eatin' potpies, but that Crazylegs Offenhauser said he warn't goin' to quit eatin potpies, an' he said he'd like to see us make 'im try. Wellsir, that got a few tempers up, an' fer awhile it looked like there might be a skirmish, but things settled down without coming to much, so we all went our ways. Some o' them truckers found work, but I didn't, and after a month or so of loaferin', I sold my truck an' bought a little red wagon. At least I could still haul pies an' that n' thar wagon would be a sight easier to back past that pot hole. But I hope them fellers at the plant doan' go on strike any time 'cuz I'd hate to pull that wagon down to Florida an' anyway it ain't refrigerated so I doan' think I could haul snow that efficient, an' I...
One day, it took me six or seven tries to get backed to the door. I asked one o' them fellers iffin' why they didn't get that'n thar pothole fixed. He said "Where do you think the "pot" in potpie comes from?" Wellsir, I doan' waste much time talkin' to smart alickers like that, so I didn't ask him anything else. Boy howdy!
Wellsir, one year them fellers went on strike, an' we was plumb outer' work. I had to find a load fast, 'cuz them truck payments doan' grow on trees. Heh, heh, heh. Anyhow, I soon found a load goin' to Florida. I went to where they was loadin' an' Hello, it were a snow farm. Wellsir, they loaded ma' trailer an' I hightailed it fer Miami Beach. Seemed they was puttin' on a Winter Festival there an' needed snow for the downhill skiing competition. I didn't ask 'em where they was gettin' the downhill part from, but at least I was a rollin'.
Wellsir, when I got unloaded, they told me where I could find a load goin' back north. I went to pick it up, an' they was a feller what sold warm Florida sailboat fuel. He had a load goin' to Interlochen, MI. That were fine with me, so I headed up there to deliver it. They was a company thar what bottled that stuff and made right smart o' money sellin' it to boaters what preferred to power their sailboats with warm Florida air. They needed alot of it that year, 'cuz it were a cold winter an' they warn't much hot air to go around. Boy howdy!
Wellsir, I stayed busy that winter haulin' snow to south Florida, an' then takin' hot air back north. Then them pesky potpie fellers came back to work, so I figgered I could get back to the ol' routine. But things had took a turn fer the worst there, 'cuz durin' the strike, the company had been forced to cut all of us contracted haulers out. Seems they'd hired a bunch o' fellers to haul them pies with little red wagons, an' we was plumb outer' work.
Wellsir, we was mad, us truckers was, so we got together an' had us a talk. Someone suggested we all swear off eatin' potpies, but that Crazylegs Offenhauser said he warn't goin' to quit eatin potpies, an' he said he'd like to see us make 'im try. Wellsir, that got a few tempers up, an' fer awhile it looked like there might be a skirmish, but things settled down without coming to much, so we all went our ways. Some o' them truckers found work, but I didn't, and after a month or so of loaferin', I sold my truck an' bought a little red wagon. At least I could still haul pies an' that n' thar wagon would be a sight easier to back past that pot hole. But I hope them fellers at the plant doan' go on strike any time 'cuz I'd hate to pull that wagon down to Florida an' anyway it ain't refrigerated so I doan' think I could haul snow that efficient, an' I...
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