I pulled into a truck stop on the interstate the other day. While I was gassing up, a diesel crew-cab Ford F-350 with dually rear wheels rolled up in front of the building. The truck was jacked up higher than normal and the extra wheels made it so wide that it wouldn't fit within the parking lines.
The front passenger door opened and for a minute nothing happened. Then a tiny little squirt of a boy literally jumped to the ground. He was rodeo from the word "go." Big black hat, huge belt buckle, jeans, boots, western shirt. All on a kid about four or five. He went trotting into the building by himself, his boots clacking with every step and his little butt swinging as he walked. You could just feel his firm independence as he headed to the restroom all by himself! Within a couple of minutes he was back. He had to reach over his head to grab the door handle, then mightily he climbed onto a chrome running-board to get into the truck. Then they left with a diesel clatter and twin puffs of sooty rolling coal. The driver never got out, but the little dude swinging his heiney in his cowboy togs was just cute as a bug.
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