Randy the Truck Driver

Randy pulled into the truck stop and opened up his cooler, took out a V8 and drank deeply. It was a long haul from Mira Loma to Spokane. He would need all the power of the vegetable drink to stay awake. That and his bag of cocaine.

Randy was just near San Francisco when he decided to stop the truck and catch some Z's. But first he needed some milk, so he stopped into a truck stop and was approached by a small boy. "Does that truck turn into a robot?"
Randy asked the boy.

When Randy woke up it was near midnight. He had lost 9 hours he would never get back, unless he got two of those 5-hour energy things.

It was early morning and the beauty of Nevada made Randy pause.
Pause to realize he was going the wrong way that is.

Back in California, Randy figured he'd lost a good day of driving. He could only make this time up if he drove without sleep for another day. He'd done it many times, but this time, he'd have to drive without sleep with a large walrus in the passenger's seat.

When Randy pulled into the diner, he got some pretty fishy looks. He was tired, he knew this, but what he didn't know was that he pulled into the diner in the literal way.

Before long the cops had come and Randy had to explain his situation. "What with the walrus and all."
"What walrus?"
"The one that drove the truck into the diner."
"That walrus can drive!"

Before long, Randy had sold the driving walrus to the police and left the diner a free man. A calm came over Randy as he realized he would not get the shipment to the destination on time. He'd take a cut in pay, but it would be well worth it to get a good night's sleep. He let his eyes drift and slept. He dreamed of the driving walrus and how much fun they had driving Sea Monkeys cross country.