A Nurse With Attitude

Where Dark Cynical Humor, Nursing Issues, and Politics Seem to Merge

I love my Truck

 I was working in the South wing OR the other night. The surgeon was ranting about his “crappy truck”.  After a brief discussion, I found out that the circulator and the scrub also had Toyota trucks.  Out of four of us, am I the only one happy with his truck?  They all had newer trucks.  I’ve got an old 2003 Toyota truck.  It’s well used and obviously a work truck.  My friends ask why I don’t get something new, more efficient with  better gas mileage.  I’ll tell you, I love my truck. It just happens to be the last of the trucks produced totally in Japan.  In 2004,  all theToyota trucks were brought to America  and “assembled” in Birmingham, Alabama.  Needless to say, the quality immediately took a serious dive.  I really like a vehicle that doesn’t cause maintenance headaches.  That’s the reason that I keep this truck.  All I do is change the oil and put gas in it… that’s all!  I love it.  American cars… well, let’s just say that you have to keep a wrench to them to keep them running and still you had better have a good roadside assistance insurance.  I once was a GMAC mechanic,  in my younger years.  I know my way around the engine compartment,  and I recognize quality.  As a point of pride, I would really love to own and drive a totally American product.  If I couldn’t do that, then I’d love to own a product that was, at least, built in America.  Unfortunately,  the Americans that build the cars… well, I mean the American Unionized labor that build the cars,  don’t care about quality.  They care about their pension fund, their vacation, their holidays, their labor rights, their seniority,  their pay, and a whole host of things other than quality of their product.  It’s really sad,  that as a patriotic American, I can’t actually brag that I drive a real American car.  On the other hand, I don’t get a government check, and I have bills to pay.  When it comes to getting out of the snow in the Winter, and getting to work on time, my first priority in an automobile is dependability.  I can only wish it that it could be the product of an American.


On a lighter note, here’s a couple of  jokes  my Uncle Lency  sent me;

#1   A young man from Mississippi came running into the store and said to his buddy, “Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!”

Bubba replied, “Did y’all see who it was?”

The young man answered, “I couldn’t tell, but I got the license number.”

#2    Did You Know This About Leather Dresses?

Do you know that when a woman wears a leather dress,  a man’s heart beats quicker,  his throat gets dry ,  he gets weak in the knees,  and he thinks irrationally ?

Ever wonder why?

It’s because she smells  like a  New Truck !


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