The trip home was fairly uneventful until we stopped at the Arby's in Tremonton. I was pretty well brain dead by the time I reached Salt Lake which will account for the following experience. We stopped at Arby's to eat and when we were done Dad went out to the truck to wait for me while I used the rest room. (it was dark outside) I came out to the door and there was the truck next to the building right there by the door. I thought how nice of Dad to come over to the door to pick me up and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He unlocked the door and I opened it to get in. I looked up just as I was about to get in, and there was a strange man sitting in the drivers seat.  I said "Oh, I've got the wrong truck" and frantically started looking around for the right one. I finally discovered it right where we had parked it. The truck by the door was waiting at the drive thru for his order. Of course Dad was laughing his head off when I got in. |
