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     ” Wow, you had a large order today.” “Yeah, the Christmas rush I am so glad it’s over.”  “So, is this the last stop.” “Heck no, I have a stop on the Hill.” “Oh my god you drive on the Hill.” ” I have no choice it is drive or lose my job.” “Well, have a good day and be safe.”

     You waddle your fat ass to the truck and climb behind the wheel. All the while you think about the nick names people call you on the Hill they call you “Koolaid.” Only for the simple fact that you remind the black and spanish kids of the dancing pitcher of “Koolaid,” in the commercial. The kids in your neighborhood call you the “Penquin,” for the way you walk.     You tell yourself everyday you are going to lose some weight. The only good thing about the Hill, is the cheese steak subs from the Pixie shop. That long toasted roll, mayonaise, fried onions, lettuce, tomatoes, salt and pepper, and an order of  french fries and gravey. You can’t decide what to drink as you get closer to the Hill. You think to yourself a  diet soda, and you might lose some weight or a cool delicious jumbo cup of half and half, ice tea and lemonade oh well, you think good the coast is clear. You can deal with the knuckle heads on the Hill. You just have to remind yourself to exchange dirty looks. You hate the kids for calling you Koolaid, and for them darn skates and cash they got for Christmas.  They pile into the Pixie shop and you can’t hardly get in the place to order your lunch. You think to yourself do they even have food at home.

     The kids on the Hill are mouthy, ill mannered, and bad as hell. That is all you see block after block kids with kids walking, playing and just being kids. You turn the corner to Snake Hill, two miles of the smoothest roadway and wide sweeping turns you could ever imagine and all down hill. You pull the tractor and trailor  onto the Hill and out of nowhere kids start skating to the tractor and trailer. The kids catch a ride up the Hill, and you know the danger but you have done this stop before without an incident or mishap.  The kids call it surfing catching a ride on the side of a car, bus or truck and getting a ride up the Hill.  The sad part is you can’t see the road or what is going on around you. The kids are everywhere and yelling ”Drive Bitch”. You stop and the kids clear out for a minute and as soon as you start back up the Hill , here they come. They test your patience and your will to finish your job and get home. The kids win everytime because they know you have a schedule to keep.