There I am in Houston about 9 or maybe 10 p.m. trying to fall asleep and then there’s a loud banging on my sleeper. Well I look out to see this old black woman wearing what looks to be pajamas and smoking a cigarette
I open up the door already kinda angry because I was just in that first beginning stage of sleep and now I’m that groggy, kind of out of it awake. Ask her what she wants and I can’t understand her at all between her having no teeth and that raspy old smoker’s voice. After asking her like 2 or 3 times to repeat herself I hear her mumble “Can I help you with anything?”
So the question you’re all asking is did I employ her services?
I’ll leave that up to your imaginations, but I will say that after the encounter she gracefully hobbled off into the darkness and smell of piss filled air of the truckstop perusing for her next victim
