The Open Road – Letter 2

Mr. Miller,

I can’t thank you enough for pairing me up with Eddie for my first real cross-country trip. Eddie’s one of those real, no BS, tough-as-nails truckers who I know I can learn a lot from. A lot of people said it was a bad idea to send the Company’s owner’s son out on the road with none of the “proper training,” or “experience with trucks,” but Dad showed them by firing their asses. Now, it’s time for me to show them by making it through this trek without any incidents.

I can already tell Eddie and I are starting to become pretty close friends. If I had to compare us to any crime –fighting duo out of a 1989 action/comedy, I’d probably pick Turner and Hooch. I’d be Turner, of course, because of my handsomeness and boyish charm. Eddie would be Hooch because he’s difficult to pick up (I tried to when I gave him my “Pleased to meet you” hug) and he drools A LOT when he sleeps. He also mutters stuff about Teri Hatcher when he’s asleep, which is kind of odd.

Eddie doesn’t let me do much, which I kind of respect. He’s a lone wolf, the kind of guy who fends for himself and doesn’t ask anything from anybody. He doesn’t let me drive, do cargo checks, or speak. He comes off as a bit of a hard-ass, but deep down inside I know there’s a whipped-peanut-butter-filled center. Even now as he writes his letter to you, his eyes are all squinty and he’s furrowing his brow trying REALLY HARD not to misspell any words. It’s adorable.

I’ll be sure to keep you updated on our adventure to the great North West and thanks again for this tremendous opportunity.


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