“Yeah, some guy was yelling at me on the cb,” the soldier said.

‘What was his problem?” I asked.

“Oh, he wanted me to go faster. I don’t know why. He can either go around or he can wait because I’m sure as hell not going to roll my truck over for his benefit or convenience.”

One time someone asked the soldier if he could go down an off-ramp any slower and he said, “Well yeah. I could stop if you’d like…”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” I said. “Don’t roll the truck, let him go around.”

“Well he didn’t want to do that. He’d rather yell at me and I was just waiting for him to say, let’s pull over. Because I’d have pulled over as soon as soon he said it and got out of my truck.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I’d have said, you thought I was going to be some fat trucker with my crack sticking out but instead I am a lethal killer and you’re going to get it now you piece of…”

Peels of laughter.