You guys must be doing something wrong. I used to park my truck at work. Big fence around the parking area. I'm also too cheap to pay for garbage service, so every Thursday I would put my garbage in the back of the truck and stop at the dump after work to drop it off. A few years ago, I had some boxes that I need to get rid of, so I packed my garbage in the boxes and ran a strip of masking tape across the tops to keep the trash from flying out on the way to work. Around lunch time, one my co-workers was looking out the third floor window and laughing like hell. Two guys were humping across the parking lot from my truck with the boxes and handing them over the fence.
Crooks really are dumbazzes, they just grabbed and ran, never looked inside. Wish I had a camera to see their faces after all that work.

 

It was a hot august morning, I stopped on the way to work for coffee and gas, I happend to look over in the bed and what I saw then was one of the most horrific things I could ever imagine. How could someone do this terrible thing to another person. My guts wrenched, I was so torn between calling the cops, seek out the person that did this, or just go on a wild rampage of destruction. To this day I still cringe and feel nauseated when I remember that morning. No way can I ever get over the violated feeling, the very nerve of someone having such disregard for their fellow mankind.








someone left an empty Zima bottle in the back of my truck

 

Used to date a girl that lived in downtown Chicago {Rush & Division area for anyone that knows this area....party central. Did not want to drive my nice car down there and park it for the night, so the dirty duty went to my old Dodge Dakota. Saturday morning, hopped in the truck and was on the way to work...this is after being out till 4:00 and had to be at work by 7:00...[ah, to be younger again]. Hit the a/c and went to the Rock and Roll McDonalds for breakfast. As I role down the window to order, there is a bad smell coming from the back of the truck....turn around and there is a pile of vomit just running around in the bed. I thought I had smelled it when I got in the truck, but figured that it was somewhere near where I parked....wrong answer...alot closer.

The girl at the drive thru smelled it also and I told her, "yeah, I know....next stop car wash!" Stopped at the car wash on the way to work, washed out the bed, was late to work, but the boss was laughing so hard, he did not give me any grief about being late.

Woof
Bowser

PS: reminded me about the scene from Caddyshack with the sunroof and the Porsche.....