Well, I was hoping it wouldn't happen, but I bumped into another truck, again.

They company who wouldn't take me back said I couldn't go a year without having an accident. Well, they seem to know me better than I do.

On the other hand, I can say, "I bet I can stub my toe on nothing better than you." Sometimes being accident-prone leads to all sorts of schticky behavior. I think I do a fairly decent double-take; not too good with pratfalls, though.

Then the receiver this morning rejected a whole pallet of ketchup. They ordered sphaghetti sauce, not ketchup. They don't even sell the size of container the ketchup is in, otherwise they might have kept it. So, I can't go anywhere until I can get rid of a pallet of ketchup and that won't happen until the Claims people come to work tomorrow morning. Anybody got a whole lot of French fries, say about 40 acres. If you only have 20 acres, maybe we can find someone with a field of beef to grind up into burgers. Ketchup on eggs, anyone? If I had a lot of mustard, I could make ketchup and mustard sandwiches (tastes just like a burger).

I suppose I'd be having a lot more fun if I had more money and wasn't in Bald Knob. I'm not saying Bald Knob is a dull place because they do have the Strawberry Fest in May, but I don't like ketchup with my strawberries. I'm saying I might have more fun if I had more than $10, which is all I have. Of course, I do have a bunch of ketchup, so at least I can bring some of the condiments to the party, as long as you're not serving strawberries.