On the road

My commute is woefully long, so I see a lot of cars during the week. Mostly they’re all interchangeable cocoons of isolation, but sometimes there are those people who go above and beyond to turn their conveyance into a personal statement. And sometimes other people help them.

Driving to work today, got stuck behind an 18-wheeler during the 5-miles-per-hour part of the I-10 between Ray Road and the I-60 Interchange. It was white and extremely dusty. Somebody had written in the dust on the back of the trailer, “I’m lonely,” which I thought was kind of poignant.

Then, getting closer to the 18-wheeler, I saw more writing right underneath that had been purposefully obscured by somebody brushing it. Curious, I maneuvered closer until I could read it.

“Show me your tits,” it said.