Trucks

The first attack

Other workers there also disliked Lou. Two workers were sitting outside the Lou 80 building. Their names are David and John. "Hey," John said "I heard you took your son to the coolest park around." He continued. "Yeah," David replied "I just hope he's havin' fun." He continued. "Oh my lord. Look at that rig!" David said, pointing to an approaching semi-trailer truck with a customized bugscreen that had sharp teeth on it on its grille. The truck was a dry van semi for a company named Dave Trucking. "What a rig!" John said. A african-american male, named Jeremiah, hopped out the cab. "Oh, Jeremiah, you son of a gun. I though you were haulin' toy 'cross country." David said "Oh, yeah. That was last weak." Jeremiah replied. "That's one hell of a rig ya got there." John said, amazed "It's quite somethin'." David said. "I know, fellas, I know. Now, please, give her a bug drink. I gotta get somethin'  to drink myself." Jeremiah said. "Aight." John said, walking over to fuel the truck. While fuelling, he saw smoke come out the exhaust pipes. "Huh. He musta forgot to turn off his truck." John said. That's when it happened. The truck suddenly drove forward a little and ran over John's foot. "Aaaahhhhh!" John screamed, clutching his foot in pain. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What happened, man?" David asked "The truck ran my foot over..." John said. "What? Did ya see anyone climb into the cab?" David asked, wanting more info about the little incident. "I dunno.... But please take me inside and help heel my foot, would ya?" John said, still clutching his bleeding foot in pain. "Ok, ok, ok. I think I have some crutches. Wait here." David said.