Suddenly, I was jolted awake by the truck rocking from side to side. I lay there wondering what had woken me up. Did I imagine something? Was it a dream? Did someone back into me? Was the wind picking up? Where exactly was I? As I lay trying to figure out what was going on, the truck rocked again.
Okay, not a dream, and I’m not imagining this. Where am I? Perhaps someone had backed into me? It does happen in truck stops, seldom causing damage, but both drivers can feel the bump. I thought for a minute, remembering that I was in the Marathon rest area. Being backed into, therefore, wasn’t likely. No evidence of the wind picking up. What in the devil was going on?
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