"Frost to Ricky. Come in Ricky."
Her eye cracked open, and she found herself staring at the clock displayed on the dashboard with irritation.
4: 38 AM blinked back cheerily in red, further annoying her.
Fumbling around for several moments in the dark, her hand finally grasped the radio and nearly yanked it from the cord.
"Damnit Jack, you'd better have a damned good reason why you're getting me the fuck up before ten in the fucking morning." She snarled. "And if you say because you're fucking bored and have nothing to do, I am going to drive my fucking ass after you and take you out."
"Well, that was part of it. The other's just checking in on ya
. What's your twenty?"
"Is I have no fucking clue a good enough answer?" she retorted dryly. "I don't know. I'm too fucking old to pay attention to this shit anymore. But since you're obviously talking to me, I'd assume we're in the same state."
"Hell, Ricky. Never thought I'd see the day you actually admit you're old."
"If early forties is old these days, then you're a toddler, you cheeky brat." Ricky snapped, pulling herself up on the steering wheel. Her green blanket shifted before sliding down onto the floor of the cab, to which she took no notice.
"Yeah, yeah. Still better than being an old woman!"
"Shut it, you rolling roadblock."
"Don't you go and insult my truck now! She's beautiful as is!"
"Goodnight, Jack. You dick." Ricky retorted before cranking the volume on the radio down to minimum. Grabbing blindly for her blanket on the floor, she settled back down on the comfortable leather seats and worked on falling back asleep.
-;-
There was something jabbing into her hip.
Muttering something unpleasant, Ricky rolled over, only to narrowly avoid taking out her eye on the gear shift.
"Son of a-" she hissed, bolting upright.
Oh, how she hated mornings.
Sliding over to the door, she yawned, smoothing her hair back over her head and skillfully pulling an elastic into the mess of curls as she did so.
It was cloudy overhead, still a bit dark due to the fact that it was still early. The other semis parked around the lot were still quiet, thankfully, and she navigated her way through the maze easily. She would assume so, considering that she had a good twenty years under her belt at least.
Her bladder was alerting her that she needed to use the restroom, and if she didn't pick up the pace, bad things would happen.
"Morning Ricky!" another one of the few women greeted as they passed. Ricky grunted something that could have been taken for a greeting before shuffling onwards, her mind focused on getting to wonder that was the porcelain god.
Or, in this case, the outhouse parked a few feet into the heavily forested area right by the lot.
-;-
Her business finished, Ricky was in a much better mood as she walked back to her semi. It was much larger than a couple of the trucks, and she had clearly spent a lot of time and effort into the paintjob. The gleaming dark blue, with the overlapping orange and yellow flames was her pride and joy, and if anyone even dared to think about touching the paint….well, it wouldn't end well. She had a shotgun lying in the passenger side seat for a reason, after all.
Clambering into her seat, she fished out her keys from her pocket and started up the engine, wanting to get going to the next town so she could shower, maybe find a coffee shop to grab something to eat.
Little did she know that this day was going to be the weirdest of her life.