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Encounter With a Pickup Truck
Finding warmth in a cold world
Sandy walked down the road. She would step off to the side of the road when vehicles passed then she would step back out onto the road. The road had been plowed but there were eight inches of snow on the ground on either side of the road.
A very loud diesel pickup truck came to a stop next to her. Sandy stopped and looked to her side to see the passenger side car window come down. Driving the truck was a large grizzly bearded man who then called out to her, “Hey there, girlie. You need a ride?”
“No thank you. I’m going for a walk.”
“Going for a walk? In this weather? Carrying all those bags? Really? Are you sure you don’t want a nice warm comfortable ride?”
“Absolutely!” With this, Sandy turned away from the truck and continued walking.
A brief moment later the pickup truck drove on, leaving Sandy in a foul cloud of diesel exhaust.
When Sandy finally got home her hands were so cold that she could barely turn the doorknob on the front door. Once inside she immediately went into the kitchen to put the bags of food on the counter. Then she went into the living room to find that it was full of people.
