I had the pleasure of following a Coke truck through the winding, forest lined hills on my way to work this morning. Since the driver of the truck never went above fifteen miles per hour (on a road I usually travel at fifty), it gave me a special opportunity to drink in nature's majesty (and the back of the Coke truck, including exhaust) for twenty minutes on this beautiful spring morning. In honor of you, my truck driving friend, I offer this simple haiku-
Coke truck in my way,
Why do you torment me so?
Jerkface- learn to drive.
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