You probably don't remember me, but I know a lot about you. I saw the look you shot in our direction. You saw her tattoos and frowned. You heard him talking and snickered. You gave me the once-over and made a decision about my character. By the time you have read this far, perhaps your opinion of truck drivers will have changed. Maybe you will feel bad and wish you had handled it better when you had the chance. Maybe you will regret missing the opportunity to meet some very fine people. Maybe next time it will make a different memory for us both.
