This is part 2 of A Friday Night in Mesquite Texas. You can read it here

Red Light Inspection

As I roll up to the scales the red light comes on and a DOT officer walks up to my window and tells me to pull around back for inspection.

Now this parking lot is packed and they are busy making money. I ease around and find a spot to park and before getting out I tell my wife that no matter what they won’t open your purse without permission.

I get out and there is an officer on each side of the truck talking to us separately. I’m not to worried as I know I’m underweight and my cheat sheet looks fine so as the officer is finishing up his partner calls him over.

My wife agreed to let them search her purse knowing there was an ounce of weed in it. Well that didn’t turn out in her favor, They charged her with possession of a controlled substance and inside she went. The officer that was checking me proceeded to lecture me on who I should let in my truck.

I explained to him that she was my wife and didn’t smoke weed, I did and it was mine. Ok so now I get to go inside. When I step in you could feel the heat coming off her, she was pissed. So the two officers get together and talk then come over and tell me I either pay $1000 cash now or get charged and go to jail in Memphis.

He no more than gets that out of his mouth when the picture glass windows blows inward. Everybody in that scalehouse hit the floor like gravity multiplied by 100. Someone was smart enough to hit the light switch and put us in complete darkness. turned out to be a truck that was parked right outside had a blow-out and the force shattered the glass, we thought some crazed driver was shooting at them.

Alright so here it is about 2:30 a.m. on Sunday morning and I call my boss to let him know what happened and get the money wired to the Tennessee DOT. Let me tell you what, he was not happy. He chewed me raw but sent the money. He told me to keep “that shit” out of his truck and hung up.

So as we wait on him to get out of bed, drive to a truckstop on the other side of town and send the money {before computers} I can’t leave the office. I didn’t want to talk to any DOT and the wife wasn’t talking {thank god} so I just sat down and watched the circus.

By the time I got out of there and back on the road I had lost about 4 hours time an ounce of fine smoke and $1000. When I got back home my boss acted pissed in front of his wife but once in the shop let me know all was good as soon as I paid him back.

The next two trips I made paid for that week-end. In a mutual agreement the wife never went on the road with me again for the next 12 years before our divorce.

Maybe I should have called these “A weekend in Hell”, anyway a story from my past that isn’t in the about section.

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