I always used one of those "No Lot Lizards" stickers that you plaster on the driver's window, and that worked about 90% of the time. I still got bothered sometimes, however, and would get woken up once in a while seemingly just as I was drifting off to sleep.

Common sense always told me, however, "Anyone knocking softly on my door at 0300 in the morning is obviously someone that I don't know." I would just ignore them, and try to sleep through their racket, and they would eventually go away. If a truck is idling in the truck stop, they can't know for sure if there is someone inside of it or if the driver is inside the truck stop.

Bad places... the absolute worst for disturbances of every kind at all godawful hours of the day and night was the former ?"Jake's Red Ball"? there in Charlotte, N.C.... betwixt the crack dealers, the jewelry sellers, and the toothless crack-ho's banging on your doors ever 20-30 minutes, there was no way humanly possible to get more than a half-hour's sleep at one-time. Also... they were viable candidates for the absolute worst showers of possibly anywhere in the nation.

Weirdest lot lizard experience.... ?????

Once was parked mid-afternoon at a "pickle park" on I-20 betwixt Dallas and Shreveport and a car pulled up next to me in the truck parking with three very obviously teen-aged girls and a 60-something African-American fella with either an untreated case of Tourret's syndrome or a helluva case of Parkinson's because he was twitching and drooling all over the back seat of the car. As I was filling out my doctored log-book so I could get up in 3 hours and go on another 500 miles in to the receiver, one of the kids wanders over to my truck and knocks at the door, and I just pointed at the aforementioned "Lot Lizard" sticker and waved my hand no. My wife was in the sleeper trying to sleep and asked me who was knocking at the door and I told her somebody's kid., This kid went to the next truck and achieved success in her vocational and existential efforts, but she was in there for less than a couple of minutes before she came out of there cursing and tossing her purse this way and then commenced to kicking off her flip-flops and stripping of her clothes and started running out into the Interstate with her arms spread a-la John J. Dunbar at the beginning of the movie "Dances With Wolves" when he tries to become a "suicide."

I grabbed the mic and called on the CB, "Eastbound, back it down, you got a naked girl running down the middle of the Interstate."

The CB came alive with calls of "What's the 20 on the naked girl?"

I was so tired I couldn't see straight, but I released the brakes and got the hell out of there.

The rule is though, "If they're knocking on your door at 3 in the morning... you obviously don't know them."

Never forget the three kinds of knocks on a truck door... the "highway patrol knock, the "lot lizard knock " and the fellow driver knock.? :wink:

 

suprisingly enough, all i've had to do is shake my head no and no one bugged me as of yet

 

I made the mistake of looking out the window in the back corner. The lot-lizard saw me look I guess and came back the second time and kept knocking quite a while. Finally she went away and I almost got back to sleep when she came back again. I decided to go to the window and tell her to go away. I rolled the window just alittle and couldn't see her till I looked in the mirror. I guess that's why she kept bothering me cause she could see me look out the first time she knocked because of where she stood. When I rolled the window dn alittle and she realized I was a woman she asked me if I could tell her what time it was. She looked like a 14 yr. old. But she did go away then. I'm thinking of getting a sign that says something on it to keep em from knocking if that's possible. I hate getting woke up like that cause it takes me hr. to fall back to sleep. Its a shame girls and women end up doing what they have to survive in this world. I been beat up by life at times myself but surely cannot see how a women can get to the point of prostitution. I have to think maybe some are mentally ill or something.

 

Why not???????????? :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll:


(Just kidding...)

 

i've never had one knock on my door fortunately.

I have, however, had them follow me around and then after i'm done backing in, start soliciting.

Instead of responding with anger, my "solution" is to talk to them. Try to get them off the streets somehow. Let 'em know there are other ways.

I will discuss more when my schedule permits.

Thank you.

 

ops: ops: In the meantime since the last post... I've thought of another "Lot Lizard" experience... rather, a case of mistaken "Lot Lizard..." I was due to swap a trailer out with a driver in SLC, and I got there early and went to bed there at the Flying Hook....

...about 3 am, somebody is knocking on my door and I jumped up thinking it was the other driver... There was a middle-aged woman standing out there on the pavement beside the truck and I rolled down my window partway and said politely.. "Ma'am, I'm not interested..."

"I'M THE OTHER &*^%*(&%^ US XPRESS DRIVER!!!!!!" She practically screamed at me.... ops: ops: It was one of those situations where I felt I had some 'splainin' to do... She was cool about it though.

Needless to say, after we swapped trailers.. I got out of there... ops:

:wink:

 

Oops!!!! :roll:

 

Talking to them will do no good. The only time they are off of the street is when they are in the cab of someone's truck

 

bad place for lizzards is at the TA on the south side of Nashville Tn. but the way i have found that works the best is get an empty purse and leave it on the dash for them to see.

 

A few months ago, in Dallas, at one of their oh so nasty truck stops my wife and I were sitting in the truck eating dinner, it was early in the evening. We noticed a semi-decent looking young woman getting out of one of the trucks wearing a mini-skirt. She proceeds to walk over to a nasty looking water puddle on the corner and squats over it. My wife and I look at each other like what the heck? She proceeded to wash herself off between her legs. :shock: :nervous: I thought my wife was going to puke all over the dash, she was gagging. The thought of having a lot lizard that has had some of these truckers was disgusting enough for me, but that cured me of ever having any desire what so ever even if I was single for twenty years.

In Phoenix they have a saying about prostitutes, if she is pretty then she probably has bigger balls than you or is a undercover! They like to make an example out of the johns there.

Just ask Danny Bonaduce from the Patridge Family show, he was arrested in Phoenix for beating the crap out of a prostitute when "he" informed Bonaduce (after services were rendered) that "he" was not a "she".