George makes it a point to stay south of 40 this time of year, and is fortunate enough to have freight most of the time in that area. Every great once in a while things will get slim, and we’ll have those scary conversations involving the phrases “gigantic truck payment” and “no money.”
“There might not be a load out of here for a few days, I may have to haul sailboat fuel to Tulsa to get something.”
“Oh no. Fuel sounds heavy. You don’t like heavy stuff.”
“It’s sailboat fuel.”
“Is sailboat fuel light?”
“Uh, yeah. About the lightest thing you can haul.”
“Does it have a lot of alcohol in it or something? That sounds dangerous and heavy. I’m not entirely comfortable with sitting in front of large amounts of fuel traveling at a high rate of speed.”
“Babe, it’s air. I might have to go empty to Tulsa and eat the gas to get a load.”

“Sailboats have motors.”
“Yes, but they are primarily powered by wind. It’s just a saying.”
“You would have to have an airtight trailer to haul wind. It would be an impossible ride.”
“It’s just a saying, babe. For when you’re empty. You’re hauling sailboat fuel.”
“It’s a dumb saying. Because sailboats have motors and there is no such thing as an airtight trailer that can haul wind.”
“This cab is full of wind.”
“Only because you had eggs for breakfast.”
“Ha ha, very funny. We’re going to Tulsa.”
“Don’t get in a hurry and spill any sailboat fuel, I’d hate to have to call imaginary hazmat out to clean it up.”