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24 December 2020 - I'll Be Home for Christmas Chapter Four
By: Jack Date: December 23, 2020, 5:01 pm
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Chapter Four
Man, I was tired. Not like ‘sleepy tired’ exactly. It’s just
hard to believe how tired a guy could get just riding in a
truck. I don’t know how Uncle Dave did it all the time, but
there he was, driving along as if everything was normal. I
guess, for him, it was.
We didn’t get far after we left Denver. It didn’t seem fair,
but Uncle Dave explained that even time stuck in traffic still
counted on his driving hours. We drove a couple of hours
further before we stopped. He messed around with the computer
thing he used, and explained that we were a bit behind schedule,
but not enough that it was going to make a difference.
The next day was actually pretty neat. Not like Sunday had
been. I mean, Kansas was just flat. Some of the time we drove
on Tuesday was through National Forests, but a lot of it wasn’t
trees at all. There was this place called the Red Desert, and
it was actually red. Plus, they had those butte things, which
I’d kind of thought they just made up for old western movies,
but they were really real.
After we made our drop and pick up in Salt Lake City, we were
finally headed for Boise, where Dad lived. The thing is, the
sky didn’t look very friendly, and Uncle Dave was worried about
the weather report. You’d think that would make him drive
longer, but we actually stopped a bit earlier than he’d planned.
He explained that he wanted to check his bad weather kit -
especially the snow chains - and he wanted us to start out
rested and with fresh hours in case there was a problem.
Uncle Dave was worried, and I guess I was too. I mean, it’s
Wednesday. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. And maybe I was more
than worried. I mean, this was my Christmas Vacation. I was
excited to see Dad, but spending your Christmas Break in the cab
of a truck maybe isn’t the most exciting way you could spend it.
When we had reception, I was getting a lot of texts and
pictures and snapchats from my friends, and they were all doing
a ton of stuff and having a good time.
I was just riding.
Uncle Dave was being really patient with me, and I was trying
not to keep asking if we were there yet, or how much longer, or
anything stupid like that. I mean, I wasn’t a little kid, and I
could tell the snow bothered him, and I didn’t want to distract
him. Dad was at work, so I couldn’t even call and talk to him.
Plus, Uncle Dave kept the truck kind of cold. I had a good
coat, but it wasn’t really comfortable to wear when we were
driving a long way, and Dave didn’t want me wearing it, then
freezing when we had to get out. He turned the heat up for me,
but then he got hot. He finally took his shirt off for a while,
and he even drove in his boxers for an hour or two, which was
kind of funny, but seeing him with his shirt off pointed out how
much I still needed to grow.
Today, Uncle Dave was driving really slow, which kind of made
things worse, even though I know he was just being safe. We had
to pull over at one of those scale things, and they had a real
bathroom there, so we parked. It wasn’t snowing right then, but
I slipped on some ice and hit my elbow, and I kind of yelled at
him that it wasn’t funny, even though he didn’t laugh. I mean,
I apologized and all, and he didn’t seem upset. When we got
finished, he even let me go to the vending machine, and I got a
big cinnamon roll and heated it up in his microwave after we had
sandwiches. That made me feel better for a while.
Uncle Dave says Boise is lower than Salt Lake City, which is why
we were able to drive out of the snow, but the weather said
Boise was supposed to get snow too. And now it’s getting really
dark and snow’s starting to fall again, and we’ve been on the
road for so long….
I wonder if adults know when they’re acting bad.
I hadn’t, not until we stopped last night.
The place we stopped was a ‘fuel center’ not a ‘travel plaza’,
but it seemed to have all the same stuff as the other places
we’d stopped, except it wasn’t quite as big. They hadn’t been
real busy when we arrived, so Uncle Dave fueled it up, ‘just in
case’, he said. Then he asked me to help him check the cold
weather stuff. I hadn’t really wanted to, but I did. It was
actually kind of interesting. He’d been checking most of it
every time we’d started, and he showed me how the automatic tire
chains worked. He had this compartment on the side of the
truck, and he checked some stuff he had in there, and then we
got back in, and he showed me how one of the compartments up top
that I couldn’t even reach had stuff in case he got caught in
cold weather, like clothes for hunting in the snowy woods.
We went inside the store long enough to buy some de-icer stuff
for the windshield wipers and some kind of stuff he put in the
fuel tanks. After that, we made sure everything had been shut
back up and put away, then we went back to the store and washed
up.
“Did you notice there was a Denny’s on the other side of that
hotel?”
I hadn’t, but I was willing to take his word for it.
There was.
I couldn’t decide between the Moons Over My Hammy and the Grand
Slamwich, so Uncle Dave ordered both, and we each took half of
each sandwich.
They were both so good!
I guess I hadn’t been in a great mood even before we got there,
and after we’d finished eating, I just felt tired and sluggish.
Uncle Dave said I was like a grizzly bear with a sore tooth who
was ready for hibernation.
I should have known then he thought I’d been acting bad.
We went back to the truck long enough to get our stuff, then we
went in to shower.
I’m not even sure what time it was. It was already dark, but
the highway was busy, so maybe 6pm? I know the restaurant had
gotten busier while we were eating.
Uncle Dave went to get us showers, and I stood back from the
counter. There was a lady there, and they always wanted to say
how cute I was, and ask if I was going to be a trucker, and
where I went to school. It hadn’t taken many times for me to
get tired of it.
Uncle Dave handed me the slip of paper with my shower number and
code on it, and we went back. His shower was closer. He told
me whoever was first would get a soda in the Burger King and
wait for the other, and he went in. When I got to my shower,
they were still cleaning it, so I went back to look around in
the store.
The store was kind of divided in two, with a truckers’ half and
a regular half. The showers were back in the truckers’ side. I
was just walking around the other half, thinking about maybe
getting another cinnamon roll for in the morning when it
happened.
I was right by the bathrooms and coming around the corner of an
aisle when I heard a quiet but very upset voice.
“... ick of it, do you understand me?”
“But, Dad…” a young voice whined.
I looked around the corner to see a boy and man. The man was
holding the boy by the arm, and the boy looked very
uncomfortable. He was maybe 10 years old, and he had thick hair
that was hanging over his eyes, as he looked at the ground.
“I know you’re bored, Matthew. I know you’re not happy with
your brother. I know you don’t like having to share your tablet
to watch movies. You’ve made that very clear to everyone in the
car. Now, let me make something very clear to you. I am tired
of it. You have done nothing but whine since we got on the
road. Your mother and I have tried to be understanding, we’ve
tried to work with you, we’ve tried to placate you, but nothing
seems to work. Now I’m going to try something else.”
I’d stepped back, so I didn’t think they could see me. The man
didn’t seem to be talking that loud, but when I peaked around
the corner again, the boy seemed to be humiliated - scared to
death someone might hear him being chewed out.
“Since nothing else seems to work, how about you and I go in the
bathroom, I can bare your bottom, and spank you until you can’t
sit down. Is that what it’s going to take to improve your
behavior?”
“No, Daddy, please don’t. I’m sorry.” The boy was really
whining, but I guess I could understand why.
“Are you really, Matthew Warren, or are you going to start
acting up again as soon as we get in the car?”
“I won’t, Dad. I promise I won’t.”
“Well, you’d better keep this promise, because if you don’t,
I’ll pull the car over, and your brother can just watch while we
take care of things - understand me?”
I guess the boy must have nodded, because there was a silent
pause before the man spoke again.
“Good. Go get in the car.”
When I went back, my shower was ready, but I had a lot to think
about.
“And here we are,” Uncle Dave said into my funk.
“Here? I thought we still had another thirty miles to go.”
“Nope, that’s for my last delivery. It’s on the north side of
town. You see that Wal-Mart ahead on the left? We’re going to
park there, and your Dad will pick you up. He lives just over…”
he pointed to my right, a bit north of where we were, “there a
couple of miles.”
“I thought he had to work today,” I protested.
“He did, but I texted him when we stopped to eat and let him
know what time I expected to be here. He said he’d leave about
thirty minutes before that, unless I called with any changes, so
he should be home now.”
“But aren’t you coming with us?”
“Nah, not today. You guys need some time alone. I have a hotel
reservation tonight. I love you both, but sleeping in a bed by
myself, having a long hot bath, and hitting the spa for a
massage are what I’m looking forward to.”
As Uncle Dave explained that, he’d maneuvered us off the
highway, around a couple of turns, and into the parking lot. A
lot of it was full, but he was pulling in way at the back, and
he had plenty of room to turn around, so we were facing the
exit.
Uncle Dave texted Dad that we’d arrived, while I started making
sure I had all my stuff together.
“He’s changing clothes right now, and he says he’ll be here in
twenty, maybe fifteen minutes.”
“Great,” I replied, shoving my bag of dirty clothes into the
duffle.
“Make sure you have that dam‍ned charger,” he reminded me.
I blushed a bit, but pulled it out of my backpack to show him I
had it.
I’d already had almost everything ready, so it was only a couple
of minutes before Dave moved both my bags up front, next to my
coat, so I was all ready to go when Dad arrived.
I looked out the window for a minute, thought about what I’d
decided, and took a deep breath.
“Uncle Dave, could you sit down for a minute?”
“Sure,” he replied. He started to step up front, but I pointed
at the bed, so he sat on the side of it.
I turned on the small light over the bed, then shut the privacy
curtain.
“Uncle Dave, I’m really grateful to you for giving me this ride.
I know I wouldn’t have been able to see Dad again if you
hadn’t…”
“It’s my pleasure, Gavin, and it really wasn’t a problem.”
“Maybe driving wasn’t, even though this doesn’t seem like it’s
been easy, but I’ve been a problem.”
“You really haven’t, even Satu…”
I shook my head and held up my hand, and he stopped.
“I have. I could tell you were getting mad at me when I thought
I’d lost my charger. I didn’t mean to, but I guess I was
whining then, and I was whining today, and I’ll bet I was
whining yesterday, and I know I was when we drove through
Kansas. You were working hard and doing me a huge favor, and
all I was doing was whining and griping.”
I had looked down, but now I looked up at him.
“I was a huge brat, and I’m sorry, and I know I deserve a
whuppin’ ‘cause I wasn’t a good teammate at all.”
I was trying to be brave, but I could feel a tear rolling down
my cheek as I started undoing my pants. I had them open, slid
my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and started to slide
jeans and boxers both down my legs, when Uncle Dave’s hands
stopped me.
“Maybe you were a bit bratty at times, Gavin. Maybe I was
unhappy with you a couple of times. The thing is, I’m used to
doing this myself, not having a rider. Maybe you weren’t a
great teammate, but maybe I wasn’t either. And since I have no
intention of letting you spank me for that, I guess it would be
wrong to spank you either.”
I made myself look at him, look in his eyes, and he was smiling
as he said it. I smiled back.
“I love you, Uncle Dave,” I declared, throwing my arms around
him.
I think maybe he was a little surprised, but after a second, he
wrapped his arms around me, squeezed for a second, then patted
my back.
“I love you too, Gavin.”
We stayed that way a long moment, before he let go, reached
down, and gave me a swat on the b‍utt.
“You’re Dad’s going to be here in a minute, so why don’t you fix
your clothes, and we’ll open this up and watch for him?”
It was a little longer than a minute before Dad arrived, but
Uncle Dave found a station playing Christmas Carols, and we sat
quietly, just enjoying each other’s company, until he arrived.
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Re: 24 December 2020 - I'll Be Home for Christmas Chapter Four
By: Zyngaru Date: December 23, 2020, 8:46 pm
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Ah! Poor Gavin.
He had it all planned out and still didn't get his Christmas
wish.
Uncle Dave just didn't get it.
Sorry Gavin. Maybe your dad will give you that big whipping you
are so craving.
Gavin so wanted to bookend his trip, with a whipping to start it
off and a whipping to finish it.
Uncle Dave wimped out.
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