Travelogue Part Trois....or Tres

This is my last installment of my road trip and I'm sure you're forever grateful. But I just couldn't leave this segment out as it is truly the best part. I managed to forget the Hearse and turn on the home stretch highway that I live on......The Jimmy Choo's a fond memory and the Grim Reaper had left me alone......I'm hammered down (don'tcha love that CB talk?). Anyway....I have Fleetwood Mac tunes blaring.....cruise set on just a taddddddddddddddd over 70...life is good! Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech.......Slow down for Workers. Are you kidding me? Really?? Again???.....third summer in a row they are trying to pave the road.....and it hold. Up ahead is a guy in an orange vest with a big ole STOP SIGN. D*mmit!!!! I'm 4 miles from the house. But being the law abiding citizen that I am........and have always been ...I stop....foreverrrrrrrrrrrrr. Before long I begin to feel sorry for this guy. It is nearly noon.....it is hot....he's standing on the pavement....has been for hours and will be for hours. No Ipod....no Kindle.....nothing for entertainment but counting the heat waves shimmering up from the road. I'm watching him...he's watching me.....I'm feeling better cause clearly I have the best situation. Then he bends over.....and low and behold...he turns over a foil wrapped burrito he's heating on the pavement. What a guy! He's cooking his lunch! He's a genius this guy! Don't you love it? I thought man.....I'd really like to have some of that burrito. I bet it's gonna be good. Now I'm wondering if maybe he has the upper hand. Dude....share your food. He just watched me and gave a wave as I drove off. What a guy!