I was somewhere in the vininity of Trenton, NJ. Lost, and then some. Got bad directions from two toll booth supervisors. Wound up on 1 and 19 south (20 miles to find a place to turn around and come back).
Any way, I'm lost. Found a place to park on the berm, next to another truck. Looking for a pay phone.
Saw a woman walking toward the other truck, figured she's a lady trucker walking back from the Mickey D's a block away.
She comes up to me and says, "you look like you're lost. Would you like a date?" Just my luck, a street walker at the end of the week when I'm out of money.
So I say, "this is the place I'm looking for." She says, "one block up, turn left, three blocks, turn right, two blocks."
So, it's rush hour. I finally get there, and she's walking and one block ahead of me.
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