The What Truck?

Well, well, well. This is not something you see everyday. I was driving to school last week (it's a long drive - I do whatever I can to keep myself entertained) and found myself behind the Bimbo Truck for about twenty five miles. I giggled the first two, spent at least the next six miles trying to figure out how to turn on the camera on my phone without driving off the road and dying, resumed giggling for the next two miles, took the picture - with much trauma - which took at least two miles, memorized the phone number on the back for three miles, spent the next four miles trying to figure out what they might be hauling in the Bimbo Truck, tried to use the voice dial setting on my phone to call my mom to tell her how funny it was to be behind it, which burned up the next three miles, gave up and dialed her number and left a message - one mile, and hummed a little ditty to myself about the Bimbo Truck for the last two. Tragically, bimbos might be fast, but the Bimbo Truck is not. After keeping myself entertained for such a long time, I had to zoom around it because they were driving more than five miles an hour under the speed limit. Not even a good joke is worth that agony for very long!