I moved to Dallas from the little country town of Merkle. The total population there was less than 5,000. My mother died when I was 12. My stepfather owned his own trucking company. Which consisted of 2 Macks and 1 Peterbilt, and alot of time driving over the road. So I had become accustomed to being alone and taking care of myself. So when I graduated from high school I loaded up my entire world in my 1990 Honda Accord and headed east.
I would have to find a place to live and a job right away. I had about $1900, but that wouldn't last long. I pulled into a truckstop as I reached the Dallas city limits. It was almost 11:00 a.m. I bought a newspaper and a much needed cup of coffee and sat down to check out the classifieds. I saw several prospects in the General Help Wanted section. I circled the phone numbers and went to find the payphone. I noticed a sign that said Pilot Truckstop Now Hiring. So I went to ask for an application. To my surprise the manager not only interviewed me right then but hired me on the spot. i explained my situation and he told me that there was an extended stay hotel/apartment building less than a mile down the road. It was not only affordable but completely furnished. My first day I had a job and a place to live. I was well on my way to success.
Iwoke up early and got myself ready for the first day of my new life. I got in my car and decided to drive around the neighborhood. I suddenly heard a phone ringing in my passenger seat. I picked the newspaper up from yesterday to find a cellular phone laying in the seat. I didnt have a cell phone. There was a text message scrolling across the screen. "Good morning beautiful. U look nice in your red sweater." How creepy. I am wearing a red sweater. It must be a coincedence. I was startled when the phone rang again. I hesitated. Then pushed the green button. "Hello"