Imagine that! Huh… Me, Working For You!

Most people that look at me today would probably think that I need a haircut. Because of the pressure of looking professional, along with the headache of having longer hair, I would agree. But deep down, I wish my hair was as long as the pictures you see at the top of this post.

I liked that me. It took me twenty-seven years to get to that me. Then it all vanished at the hands of a barber, and a couple poor decisions in my life.

But I digress.

As much as I liked sporting those golden locks, there was some drawbacks. People treated you differently. Men were pissed when they discovered you were a guy.

I was driving my own truck over the road back then. That fact is the biggest reason I could get away with having that kind of hair and still make a decent living. I was penniless in that picture, but that is a story for another day.

Back to my tale. After my hair got to a certain length, other truck drivers were quick to assume that I was some hot chick driving a shiny big rig. The CB radio back then was the equivalent of chat rooms and apps like Yik-Yak today. You were anonymous and that empowered men and women alike to say just about anything they wanted.

Nasty, nasty things they would say!

Mullet shot with familyI remember one time driving across Ohio on a two lane highway avoiding the toll road to the north. It was a beautiful day and there was a bunch of us trucks on the road that day. Looked like a freight train on rubber tires. A line of trucks passed me going the other way.

Over the radio comes, “Damn Johnny, did you see that pretty thing driving that North Star truck!”

Normally I would just shake my head and ignore such comments, but this time I grabbed my CB mike and said. “I hope you weren’t referring to me hand?”

“You the one driving that west bound burgundy North Star truck?” He fired back.

“Yes, I am the one.” I said flatly.

“Shoot, you sure make for a damn pretty driver hand.” They guy responded after a moment, disappointment clear in his tone.

As if he would have had a chance with some hot blonde driving a truck doing sixty miles an hour the other way. It was the fact that I was a guy that he lost his chance to score.

“You know hand, if you’re going to have long hair, then you should probably grow a beard or mustache. Give the other guys out here some way to tell you’re a guy.” Some other driver chimed in.

“I do have a mustache driver.” I said with a chuckle.

I was sporting a pretty sharp looking mustache at the time.

1 comment for “Imagine that! Huh… Me, Working For You!

  1. Michael R Weeklund
    December 12, 2014 at 7:42 am

    Ya know, I always thought you to be a man of great character and I know I had A pretty big chip on my shoulder back then but you and I still had some damn good times and I think about those often. Heck I liked your hair brother! What really impressed me was when you started jogging lol.

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