Tough Truck
I know it seems like I have been blogging about trucks in my posts quite frequently. I suppose it goes with the territory when you are married to a diesel mechanic. Truth be told, I don't really spend a whole lot of time even thinking about trucks. Somehow, they still manage to weasel their way into my blog posts...
Last night Casey and I went out for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. It's really nice to be able to go out and be able to focus on each other for a little bit and not have to worry about laundry, the lawn mower that needs to be fixed, making dinner, feeding the animals, and so on. As usual, we got to talking and realized that we had about 45 minutes to get home and have Casey turn back around to go to his first fire meeting. Since moving, we have met some really wonderful people, and Casey was recruited by one of our new friends to join the volunteer fire department in our community. We live a little over a half hour away from Des Moines, so we paid our tab and went on our way home. I usually drive around in town, and not because Casey is a bad driver - he's actually a good driver - but he hates "traffic". I say that with quotations because I lived in New York City for a while and his idea of traffic and my idea of traffic are entirely different. For example, earlier that day we were driving from Downtown Des Moines, and he said, "I hate rush hour traffic!" I looked at him surprised and said, "We are going forty miles an hour..."
"Yeah, I know! This sucks!" he said out of frustration.
"Really? I think it's great! We're actually moving." He just rolled his eyes, shook his head, and smiled. He does that a lot with me. It's all about perspective. 15 minutes and 10 miles later, we arrived at our destination. If it was the same time in NYC it would have been more like 45 minutes and 10 miles later...on a good day.
In any event, I managed to take a wrong turn on our ride home, which began to stress Casey out. "I'm going to be late to my first fire meeting!"
"Oh, it's okay, I'll just drop you off at the fire station on the way home. Just call me when you want me to pick you up."
"Babe," he said, "I can't show up to a fire meeting with my wife dropping me off in this thing...I have to take my tough truck!" I laughed. I have a small SUV, and I didn't even think about his "image" to all these guys he was about to meet.
"Your tough truck???" I asked. I mean...the truck is kind-of a monster. He put a new transmission in it and when I am pulling the trailer behind me my two horses in it, I can barely feel the load behind me. Not to mention, the thing is deafening. "Okay, I'll just drive fast and you can take your Tough Truck, will that work?"
"Yeah, just hurry, okay?"
"Honey, I really don't think a bunch of dudes are really going to get their panties all bunched up if you're five minutes late..." I said. He just sighed, and I pushed down on the accelerator. I knew it was important to him...he had only been talking about it every day since Saturday when it was brought up to him...
Apparently it's a good thing he drove his tough truck because when he got home last night, he said all of the other firefighters were there in their "tough trucks", too.
Last night Casey and I went out for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. It's really nice to be able to go out and be able to focus on each other for a little bit and not have to worry about laundry, the lawn mower that needs to be fixed, making dinner, feeding the animals, and so on. As usual, we got to talking and realized that we had about 45 minutes to get home and have Casey turn back around to go to his first fire meeting. Since moving, we have met some really wonderful people, and Casey was recruited by one of our new friends to join the volunteer fire department in our community. We live a little over a half hour away from Des Moines, so we paid our tab and went on our way home. I usually drive around in town, and not because Casey is a bad driver - he's actually a good driver - but he hates "traffic". I say that with quotations because I lived in New York City for a while and his idea of traffic and my idea of traffic are entirely different. For example, earlier that day we were driving from Downtown Des Moines, and he said, "I hate rush hour traffic!" I looked at him surprised and said, "We are going forty miles an hour..."
"Yeah, I know! This sucks!" he said out of frustration.
"Really? I think it's great! We're actually moving." He just rolled his eyes, shook his head, and smiled. He does that a lot with me. It's all about perspective. 15 minutes and 10 miles later, we arrived at our destination. If it was the same time in NYC it would have been more like 45 minutes and 10 miles later...on a good day.
In any event, I managed to take a wrong turn on our ride home, which began to stress Casey out. "I'm going to be late to my first fire meeting!"
"Oh, it's okay, I'll just drop you off at the fire station on the way home. Just call me when you want me to pick you up."
"Babe," he said, "I can't show up to a fire meeting with my wife dropping me off in this thing...I have to take my tough truck!" I laughed. I have a small SUV, and I didn't even think about his "image" to all these guys he was about to meet.
"Your tough truck???" I asked. I mean...the truck is kind-of a monster. He put a new transmission in it and when I am pulling the trailer behind me my two horses in it, I can barely feel the load behind me. Not to mention, the thing is deafening. "Okay, I'll just drive fast and you can take your Tough Truck, will that work?"
"Yeah, just hurry, okay?"
"Honey, I really don't think a bunch of dudes are really going to get their panties all bunched up if you're five minutes late..." I said. He just sighed, and I pushed down on the accelerator. I knew it was important to him...he had only been talking about it every day since Saturday when it was brought up to him...
Apparently it's a good thing he drove his tough truck because when he got home last night, he said all of the other firefighters were there in their "tough trucks", too.
Behold: The Tough Truck
I guess it doesn't have the same effect if you can't hear it...
Just take my word for it...
I miss getting these stories every morning!!
ReplyDelete