Today I had a moment at the truck stop that was so stereotypical, it was surreal. I went to have some breakfast for lunch (of course), and while waiting for my food to come, I heard the best truck stop song of all time. I don’t know who it was, but the main chorus went something like this: “You may tell me where to go, but ain’t no one can tell me what to do..” The trucker’s creedo? I looked for some reaction from the truckers in their seating area, but they seemed oblivious. I was wondering if they would support the sentiment or be insulted by it’s dumbness.

Anyway, on the way out, I noticed they changed the display case by the door around. I think I’ve mentioned this thing before, but in case I didn’t- This is a big case (taller than me) right inside the door on your way into the restaurant portion of the building. Not in the gift shop, not in the video game room, but in the Iron Skillet proper. This case always has the most incongruous assortment of items ever assembled. Today it featured the following: 3 dragon statues, a skull bandanna, a giraffe clock, a PA snowglobe with a barn in it, a few southwest looking flower pots, a blue Penn State leather jacket and mug, and my personal favorite, a clarinet. When I saw that, two questions immediately came to mind: 1. Do a lot of truckers play the clarinet?, and 2. When other folks need a clarinet do any of them think to go to the truck stop for it? Last time I was there, the case contained a violin, which was even more of a puzzle.

On top of all of this, some whacko customer told me on Saturday to have a champagne evening with macaroni dreams.

Wtf?