I was pressed into service today to haul a load of OCTP out to the well sites. Waiting for the load to be made up I drive the Kenworth to a nearby SC to kill time with lunch and some entertainment.
One of the dancers is particularly attractive so I go up the stage and tip her a $20 bill for her looks and performance. To my utter surprise she joins me at my table for conversation and I discover she is up for immediate takeout since she has a few hours to kill before her next stage set.
Of course I am game but I have no place to take her! With masterful sales skills I talk her into checking out the sleeper of my Kenworth. Restricted head room makes doggy or cowgirl impossible but the dancer is willing to give it a go.
The deed gets done. Walking back into the club she remarks that she will have a funky story to pass on when she returns to her usual club in Ontario.
I think to myself 'I've got one for tuscl, too'.


Art, you say you had "to haul a load of OCTP." I don't know what that means, but it sounds dirtier than "OTC."