The Truck Driver in the Trailer Park

The trailer park houses a lot of different characters. They come in all shapes and sizes and sexual orientation. This is my story of Rickie, the gay truck driver who lives in the park. I would try to be politically correct, but since I spent my entire life being politcally incorrect, I see no sense in jumping ship now.

I have been meeting a lot of neighbors in the trailer park lately, but most of them have been screaming at me things like: “You didn’t pick up my garbage” or “My toilet is all backed up” or “Fix the damn potholes”.

This Mayor’s position isn’t all it’s made out to be.  Some of the residents are just outright rude, and most of them are flat out strange!  For instance, down at the end of the lane lives a truck driver named Ricky.   I always thought it was strange that he drove a large lavender Kenworth .

The other day, I was patching some potholes on the street in front of Ricky’s trailer. Ricky saw me working and came out to see what I was doing. He was wearing a pair of very short and extremely tight cutoff jeans which looked like something Daisy Duke might own, but to be honest,  Ricky did not have the same figure as Daisy to carry it off. Ricky bent  over in front of me pretending to do  some lawn work.   I tried to look away, but he worked his way over to where I was working.  With no options left,  I had to say “Hi” to him.

Ricky proceeded to strike up a conversation with me, but I cut him off saying, “I really need to get back to work, maybe we could talk another time.”

Ricky batted his eyes and said,“That would be nice, and maybe you’d like to stop over for a drink some evening?”

That’s when my mouth dropped open and I started to stutter, “Y…Y… yeah, some–some someday.”

I was trying to be polite, but I was thinking, “When they start serving Good Humor bars in Hell, that is the day I will be over. I have enough problems with three ex-wives. I can’t imagine a gay boyfriend would make my life any easier.”

Two days later, Ricky called me complaining his plumbing was all backed up, and he needed me to look at it ASAP.

Needless to say, I was scared to death to go over to Ricky’s trailer but it was part of my job and I had to do it.   So I dug for the least attractive outfit I could find in my closet, and ended up wearing an old pair of dirty bib overalls.

As I walked out the door on my way over to Ricky’s trailer, it hit me!   Ricky said that his plumbing was backed up and he needed my help ASAP?   I prayed  to God that he was talking about the plumbing in his trailer.  It had never dawned on me to ask him that question.

When I got to Ricky’s trailer, I knocked on the door, and to my surprise he answered the door with a large, beautiful parrot sitting on his shoulder.  Taken aback, I said, “Wow, that’s really something!!  Where’d you get it?”

“From a box of Fruit Loops,” answered the Parrot.

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