More Lady Truck Driver Stories
Sent in by Alice Bridges of Memphis, TN:
A few years back, amid
a huge and terrifying car pileup on I-240, the by-pass loop around Memphis off
I-40, I got out of my car to see if I could assist any of the injured. To my
surprise there were at least 15-20 truck drivers helping the injured already.
From what I could tell they all were very aware of the dangers of moving an
injured victim and were instructing other good-doers as to who could actually
be removed from the wreckage without further endangerment to their lives. They
told everyone to remove only those who were endanger from gas leaks and/or
fires or couldn't breathe because of an obstruction. They went to their big
trucks and got their personal blankets and towels to make as many hurt people
as comfortable as possible and hopefully keep them warm so they wouldn't go
into shock. My hat is off to those wonderful men for their concern for others
with no regard to their own safety and their knowledge of CPR and First Aid. As
I finally got to exit the interstate I stopped by one of the big rigs pulled
over in the ramp's shoulder and left him a note on his door saying how
wonderful he & the other drivers were for their selfless acts. My note was seen
I hope and was taken as I meant it. Here is what I wrote:
To you and all the
drivers who helped in today's tragic accident on I-240:
My name is Alice
Bridges and I was almost a victim of the crashes in today's accident. I was
touched deeply by you sir and all of the drivers who jumped in and helped save
lives. I never thought much about truckers except as a nusiance we all have to
deal with on our highways before this. Today I apologise as I realized what
truely wonderful people you all are. Thank you Mr Trucker and God Bless and
keep all of you safe while you deliver what we American's need to survive in
this world including helping us when the highway is not a safe place! In my
opinion what you gentlemen did today (I'm sure it's not the first time) you
should be heralded and recognized as heroes as much as any fireman, policeman,
or EMT's and rescue workers.
Alice Bridges-Memphis, TN
02/25/01
Sent in by Connie Sykes
MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN
On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes
through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and
things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck
by lightning. One woman in particular loses it.
She stands up in the front of the plane, screaming.
"I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells,
"Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes
to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who
can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has
forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted,
at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I
can make you feel like a woman," he says. He is
gorgeous, TALL, BUILT, with long, flowing black hair
and jet black eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the
aisle, unbuttoning his shirt
...................................one button at a time.
.....................................No one moves.
.....................................He removes his shirt.
.....................................Muscles ripple across his chest as
he reaches her, he extends the arm holding his shirt out to the
trembling woman,
.....................................And whispers:
...................................."Iron this"
Sent in by bobndonnaky
(Bobby & Donna Hall)
11/14/00
When my daughter was 6, she would always rise early like the little sunshine that she was, and pad across the kitchen floor in her little blue house shoes, fix herself a bowl of cereal, and go watch cartoons while she ate. At the time, I was married to a man named "Eric", AKA "The
Lump" as he was known to the rest of my family. They called him that because he laid on the couch for almost 2 years straight while I was out working my butt off hauling transmissions from Cincinnati to the Ford Truck plant in Louisville, 2 trips a night.
Anyway, back to my daughter. One morning, she tripped on her way to the TV, and spilled her cereal everywhere. "The Lump" was not in the least bit amused, and proceeded to "wear her bottom out" while yelling and screaming at her for making the mess. At that point, I was the one that was not the least bit amused, and I proceeded to KICK his BUTT OUT!! I Thank God, and Jeff, who was one of the drivers I ran the transmission loads with, for reminding me that I didn't have to put up with the Lump's physical and emotional abuse of me and my daughter, and we were able to end that relationship for good.
...so what's so funny about that, you're asking???
WELL.....Me and my partner Jeff ...we always yacked on channel 26 to pass the time late at night, and in case anyone ever heard us, let me set the record straight...he never hit on me once..he loved his wife very much. He just always listened, and made me laugh. After about 250,000 miles of free "therapy" I was finally ready to try a reluctant date with a buddy of his named Bobby. The first date went okay, as did the second and third. Time came to let this nice man meet the little Sunshine, so I invited him over for supper. The poor baby, then 8 years old, was nervous too. While helping me serve supper, she again tripped, and mashed potatoes and gravy went flying through the air, and covered me, my date, my daughter, and the rest of the kitchen. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes as Bobby reached out for her with his big rough hand, remembering what had happened
with my ex and the spilled cereal. But all Bobby said to her was ...."Come on, little one, let's go get the dog."
Needless to say, they have been great pals ever since. In fact, now that she is old enough, He's the one teaching my baby to drive!
God Bless you all, and if you ever see or hear my old buddy Jeff...he goes by Stray Cat...tell him Hellcat's doing fine, and she says "Thanks".
nANCY fINLEY IS ltd'S RIGHT HAND GAL. sHE TAKES CARE OF THIS SITE FOR RESEARCH AND THE MESSAGE BOARD. WE OFTEN LAUGH WITH HER OVER HER 2 PERSONALITIES SHE DREAMED UP FOR LIGHTENING UP HER DAYS. hers is the first funny stuff story & IS A REAL
LIFE STORY & I THOUGHT I'D SHARE IT WITH YOU HERE. KUKU & LULU ARE THE 2 FICTITIOUS PERSONALITIES SHE HAS CREATED FOR, WELL, YOU'LL SEE WHY; READ ON:
11/05/00:
ONE OF KUKU'S MISHAPS: THE COBBLER STORY
Kuku made the cobbler and crust from scratch. At the beginning it was going to be a peach cobbler. One large can of peaches wasn't enough and the second can was fruit salad. Oops, she didn't notice until the MIS-MATCHED can was already open, AND had dumped it in already. The cobbler, baked in Grandma's deep cast iron skillet, looked wonderful, didn't smell bad either.
"Is it done test"... Lulu tapped on the homemade crust with a spoon. Hmmm, crust seems to have plenty of body, so she taps harder, hmmm lots of body. To make a long story short she two stepped on top of the cobbler and did not break through the crust!! You could build a house out of this stuff. LuLu never
claims to have any part in KuKu's mishaps! =;-0
Email Nancy: driverfinder2
Cute but Oh So True!
Submitted by: unknown author
Suggestions for Lady Bumper Snickers
1. So many men, so few who can afford me.
2. God made us sisters, Prozac made us friends.
3. If they don't have chocolate in heaven, I ain't going.
4. My mother is a travel agent for guilt trips.
5. Coffee, chocolate, men...some things are just better rich.
6. Don't treat me any differently that you would the Queen.
7. If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.
8. Dinner is ready when the smoke alarm goes off.
9. I'm out of estrogen -- and I have a gun.
10. Guys have feelings too. But like, who cares?
11. Next mood swing in 6 minutes.
12. And your point is?
13. WARNING: I have an attitude and I know how to use it.
14. Of course I don't look busy...I did it right the first time.
15. Do not start with me. You will not win.
16. You have the right to remain silent, so please shut up.
17. All stressed out and no one to choke.
18. How can I miss you if you won't go away?
19. If we are what we eat, I'm fast, cheap and easy.
20. Bumper Sticker seen on a Florida car: Don't blame me -- I voted for both of them
21: I voted for ME!
22. When I lived in FL I could count to 6.
23. Gore-ites have left the building!
Cute! " Purple Hat "
Submitted by: unknown author
Ladies... an old one but a good one
This sums it up perfectly!
A great little bit of insight for all us girls . . .
A look in the Mirror
- Age 3: Looks at herself and sees a Queen!
- Age 8: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping
Beauty.
- Age 15: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping
Beauty/Cheerleader or if she is PMS'ing: sees Fat/Pimples/UGLY ("Mom I
can't go to school looking like this!")
- Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she's going anyway.
- Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix
it so she's going anyway.
- Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly" - but says, "At least, I'm clean" and
goes anyway.
- Age 50: Looks at herself and says, "I am" and goes wherever she wants
to go.
- Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who
can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the
world.
- Age 70: Looks at herself & sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out
and enjoys life.
- Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out
to have fun with the world.
LuLu baked last night:
What was touted as a recipe for 5 dozen oatmeal cookies ended up as 16 over weight petrified
Frisbees.