Trucker Sue Journal. Nov 2014.
©Susan Miller 2014. All rights reserved.
It happened last night. Fell right out of the sky. I didn't know they flew armored planes full of cash like the armored trucks we see all the time. I guess it makes sense, why not?
The weather reared it's ugly head once again so I pulled my rig off the road in a remote area of Texas. I planned to stop for the night and was preparing my paper logs when it happened. A huge crash and a small explosion right near me. It rocked my truck and scared the crap out of my dog and me.
There wasn't another soul around for miles. Who else would be way out here during a bad storm but truckers? And not many out here tonight. I saw a few passing earlier but I figure any others have shut down for the storm as was I.
I had to go see what happened. It was so close to us and all. I put on my rain gear and grabbed my flashlight. I had to use my multi tool to cut the bobbed wire fence.
I made my way to the wreckage in a few minutes. The rain was coming down hard, in a fury, with huge drops, and the occasional chunk of hail. I thought I should of worn my hard hat. But I was too far to run back and get it.
The wreck was pretty far spread out as to be expected. I couldn't see where there could be any survivors. With all the fire around the body of the plane. As I got closer I could see a few big yellow metal containers. The kind that hold cargo. And then I saw the contents of the containers had spilled out and laying at my boots.
Oh my God! Is this what I think it is? Bags of money! Cold hard cash! With tags attached to the thick canvas bags. This was from a huge national bank that I absolutely hate! They ripped me off with overdraft fees over and over again. Every time I made a small ATM withdrawal, it resulted in a overdraft fee.
They had been under investigation for falsifying our bank balances so they could rip us off like they did. Once I realized how bad I was hemorrhaging my hard earned money, I quickly closed my account at the too big to fail bank. And the banksters even had the nerve to sign me up for a credit card that I didn't want nor agree to. Then they proceeded to charge the overdraft fees to that credit card! Gouging me for over $4,000.00! I promptly canceled the credit card and took a hit on my credit. Those bastards. And the bank manager smiling at me like a Cheshire cat.
I saw that the bags of cash were tagged to go to the Federal Reserve. Which is a huge scam you can read about in other books, which I have.
I didn't hesitate in my decision. With now hail coming down hard on me, I grabbed as many bags as I could and half ran, half dragged them to my truck. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would burst out of my chest.
I made it back to my truck and still hadn't seen anyone coming down the road. Truckers are a tough bunch and some would just power through a storm like this. I knew that all too well. I felt the urgency to get out of there fast. I'm on paper logs and no satellite tracking my truck. I'm a owner operator. Old school trucker. Part of a dying breed.
©Susan Miller 2014. All rights reserved.
It happened last night. Fell right out of the sky. I didn't know they flew armored planes full of cash like the armored trucks we see all the time. I guess it makes sense, why not?
The weather reared it's ugly head once again so I pulled my rig off the road in a remote area of Texas. I planned to stop for the night and was preparing my paper logs when it happened. A huge crash and a small explosion right near me. It rocked my truck and scared the crap out of my dog and me.
There wasn't another soul around for miles. Who else would be way out here during a bad storm but truckers? And not many out here tonight. I saw a few passing earlier but I figure any others have shut down for the storm as was I.
I had to go see what happened. It was so close to us and all. I put on my rain gear and grabbed my flashlight. I had to use my multi tool to cut the bobbed wire fence.
I made my way to the wreckage in a few minutes. The rain was coming down hard, in a fury, with huge drops, and the occasional chunk of hail. I thought I should of worn my hard hat. But I was too far to run back and get it.
The wreck was pretty far spread out as to be expected. I couldn't see where there could be any survivors. With all the fire around the body of the plane. As I got closer I could see a few big yellow metal containers. The kind that hold cargo. And then I saw the contents of the containers had spilled out and laying at my boots.
Oh my God! Is this what I think it is? Bags of money! Cold hard cash! With tags attached to the thick canvas bags. This was from a huge national bank that I absolutely hate! They ripped me off with overdraft fees over and over again. Every time I made a small ATM withdrawal, it resulted in a overdraft fee.
They had been under investigation for falsifying our bank balances so they could rip us off like they did. Once I realized how bad I was hemorrhaging my hard earned money, I quickly closed my account at the too big to fail bank. And the banksters even had the nerve to sign me up for a credit card that I didn't want nor agree to. Then they proceeded to charge the overdraft fees to that credit card! Gouging me for over $4,000.00! I promptly canceled the credit card and took a hit on my credit. Those bastards. And the bank manager smiling at me like a Cheshire cat.
I saw that the bags of cash were tagged to go to the Federal Reserve. Which is a huge scam you can read about in other books, which I have.
I didn't hesitate in my decision. With now hail coming down hard on me, I grabbed as many bags as I could and half ran, half dragged them to my truck. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would burst out of my chest.
I made it back to my truck and still hadn't seen anyone coming down the road. Truckers are a tough bunch and some would just power through a storm like this. I knew that all too well. I felt the urgency to get out of there fast. I'm on paper logs and no satellite tracking my truck. I'm a owner operator. Old school trucker. Part of a dying breed.