Truck Stop Men’s Rooms Are a Haven of Homosexual Activity
I first heard that sentiment expressed by a faux-state-trooper in the movie, “There’s Something About Mary,”. Then I heard it again when NJ Governor James “Rimmy Jimmy” McGreevey came out of the closet. I still didn’t truly believe how pervasive it was until I saw it with my own eyes.
There’s a rest area between my workplace and Levy’s house that I often stop at if I get the ‘Rush Hour Piddles’. The distance isn’t all that great but it can take me like 2 hours to get there if the traffic is bad, and as any faithful reader knows, I go the bathroom like every 20 minutes. I had initially planned on doing this blog entry back in May, but if you remember the whole “Thomas is a big fat idiot who broke my digital camera, I lost my memory card, Acer laptops suck” saga, then you know those initial photos were lost forever. Photos not unlike this one:
So, this past friday, on my way to pick up Levy for the Doylestown gigs, I decided to snap a few photos of their weird little communication system. As you’ll notice, they don’t just communicate via the port-a-potty wall, but also by CB radio. How stone age. With the advent of the internet you would think even Homosexual Truckers would be in chatrooms, wirelessly connecting with their Johns in the Johnny-On-The-Spots.
So if you’re ever crusing down 195 near Rt. 55 and you want a beej, and you don’t mind it coming from the bearded, stankbreathed driver of a tart cart on it’s way to pick up some retardeds, by all means, hop on your CB radio, tune to channel 25 and look for love. You might even get real lucky and have the graphitti author be a woman or a couple.
If you didn’t think it before, I’m pretty sure this blog should clinch it; the only reason to have a CB radio is to be gay in truck stops. End of story.