Fuel for Thought

A Thousand Pounds Of Crumbs

I managed to stay busy from Tuesday until today (Sunday). I have no problems picking up the crumbs. I arrived in the Detroit area riding on a staple kind of run. Nothing extravagant, potatoes. Sitting at the bottom of the list, twice in two days I grabbed the crumb that made its way down the list of available drivers. I noticed after the second load I was still moving up the list as it shortened. Then I got another potato on Friday delivering Saturday in Manhattan. The week ended on the meaty side (and it came with dessert Saturday night). The math shows that when the rate of the crumb is added to the potato the combined meal ends up resembling the kind of meal we complain is not being served. In December I won’t trade my bag of crumbs for anything.


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