The good thing about Stufital (having panned it mercilessly in the previous post) is the casual encounters that happen over the bar. The innocent might think these happen in every bar, but not so; in Cher-is-sad, for example, no-one ever talks to anyone else unless they've had the singular misfortune of being acquainted before going in.
It seems, then, that having driven a load of cable from Spain to Qatar Industrial Area, it actually makes more sense to find a buyer for the truck too, and fly home, rather than drive the empty truck. Best of all, of course, would be a return load, but as Qatar manufactures absolutely nothing, this doesn't often happen.
So, there's this truck, big, with lots of wheels. Any takers?
WELCOME, FRIEND!
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thanks for posting this! I'll be back for more.
ReplyDeleteMost welcome, paranormal - now, where can I leave the keys?
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