SMOOTH SOUNDS

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THE TRUCKER (CONT.)

What Mike did not know this far, is that it was going to be an even longer process, as before each car could exit the E-Way, they were going to be inspected. The Homeland Security Team had decided that it would be best to make sure that nothing was left to chance...

Most people had their vehicles shut off. There was too much carbon dioxide otherwise. The officials did not like this, but, could see that it was best. Since it was going to be about a 15 hours process to get all of these vehicles off the road, they had to appease the people as much as they could. Water and some foods were being flown in at that very moment, which would surely arouse suspicion and concern, but, it was a necessary part of the process. The Government, Military, Homeland Security, CIA, FBI, and other agencies were not going to take the blame for human suffering, regardless of the cost or curiosity of the stranded motorists. They had suffered much public bashing since 9/11, and, they were on top of it, they thought...

Sheriffs, Deputies, and, other Law Enforcement personnel were now walking through the traffic, to get an assessment of how many women, children, and, elderly were stranded. This would help in areas of what supplies and such were needed to see that everyone suffered as little as possible. Also, they were scouting faces and such to see if there were some undetected participants in the act of the terrorists actions...

People in their vehicles were listening to their radios, headsets, talking on their phones; tying to get some information. All that was coming forth was that a major section of the E-Way in Southwest Utah had been closed indefinitely and that there was no information forthcoming as to the cause of it. All stations, radio and television, and, other journalist affiliates had been informed not to air what was going on. It was one time when the media community decided to cooperate, as they were not going to take the blame for arousing national panic and upheaval, nor were they going to feed the insurgents information on the digression or progress of the operation to return the public to safety...

This was huge news to the nation and to the world, but, it had to be handled appropriately by everyone with any connection to the resolution of this crisis...

Mike was listening to music and thinking again. He was reflecting of his life. He was tired and worn out. The thoughts in his mind served no real purpose, he was simply letting them flow. He was out of coffee and needed to relieve himself. He was sure many were in the same state. What were they going to do about that situation?, he wondered. He decided that he would radio to another trucker to see if they had an answer to that question or any other information. He clicked his CB and nothing...

Hmmmmn," he thought. "This is strange; CB's are supposed to be a life line when all other communication fails; it is one reason truckers still use them." "Wonder how they cut them off?" He tried again and again, nothing. He was curious about this and he still had to relieve himself.

He saw a Sheriff in the area. Jumping out of his truck, he walked over to the Sheriff and asked about going to the bathroom. The Sheriff told him to get in his vehicle and that they would provide an answer to that as soon as they could. "Great!", Mike thought, "Just great!" He had to go so bad it was hurting. So, he decided that after the Sheriff turned his attention away from him, that he would sneak out the other door of his rig, and, let it flow right there. He figured that he could stand on the running board and let it go without anyone noticing. So, that is what he did. And, he got caught doing so. The Sheriff had been aware of Mike for a while now, he had been watching him and, he did not seem to like Mike.

When the Sheriff approached Mike, he was zipping up his pants. Mike said, "Ooops, busted." The Sheriff said, "I told you to wait." Mike said, "I couldn't wait any longer, I have been holding it for hours." The Sheriff told him to get in his truck and to stay put. Mike smiled his award winning smile and closed the door to the cab. He was not going to waste his effort trying to make friends with this cool cucumber personality. Nope, he would bide his time, arousing as little attention as feasible...

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