Good Morning Mississippi~& my 'protector'
When I get up and out of the camper at 6:00am so I can change my veggie oil filters and finish pumping oil into my main tank, I see him leaving his cab and heading toward me. I'm all ready to give him what for about the inconsiderate - to me, to the mother earth - running of his engine all night but he is smiling broadly, extending his hand, calling me "ma'am" and telling me how much he loves my truck.
He goes on to say that the second he saw my truck he knew he had to park nearby to make sure no one hassled me during the night.
He is deep roasted coffee bean black with a shaved head, gorgeous black eyes and a wide smile that lights up his whole being. I do not reprimand him, letting him know that I do NOT need protecting (after all he prob had no idea I was a womon when he parked there), nor do I mention anything about his waste of fuel, damage to the Mother Earth, and insensitivity to others trying to sleep without the constant roar of a diesel engine.
We just exchange mutual hugs and safe journey wishes.