Hi, everyone! Gosh, it’s been a long week. I hope you had a wonderful time with family, though. 🙂
Back to Derrick’s story, Truck Me How I Like It, below. Finally, the truck has been unloaded, avoiding bloodshed, barely! A little longer than six sentences, once again, for context.
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I got into the cab and rolled the window down. “Thanks again, sir.”
“Anytime,” he replied, and smiled, a toothy grin that did something funny to my insides, for some reason. “You know, you can call me Paul, Derrick.”
“I might just do that in the future, Mr. Fontana. See you next time,” I said, ignoring his mild flirtation as I started the engine.
Paul stepped back and I watched him in my side view mirrors as I pulled out of the lot, his shoulder-length, salt-and-pepper hair blowing in the light breeze.
Huh, who would have thought…
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Hmmm… Wonder if he’ll be making sure that that slow fork lift operator unloads Derrick’s truck every time…
Hehe
Very nice, loved the description of his hair.
thank you 🙂
I love “for some reason.” 😉
I wonder what’ll happen “next time”? ♡
Hehe… 🙂
Yes, who would have thought. And he can avoid bloodshed, too! 🙂 Lovely snip.
Thank you. 🙂