A few years ago, I left for a job interview from my job at the time, and as you would guess, I didn’t want my team to know about it. Unfortunately, the message never got to some key people that I was going to be away, and there was a panic since I had just disappeared. Upon returning I needed to come up with an explanation, so I wrote them a very long story about being captured by pygmies and having to battle my way out of captivity and hitchhike home to the loving embrace of my team. The story was quite fun, but there was one character I met on my fictional travels that I identified with, and no it wasn’t the pygmies!
It was the truck driver who picked me up after my escape from the pygmies; his name was Mouse. Mouse was unique in the sense that he was only 12-inches tall and drove an 18-wheeler. He was very kind to have picked up a wreck such as me; after all, I had just escaped from pygmies and looked quite the mess. The 12-inch truck driver named Mouse invited me into his cab and started driving down the road in his big rig with me in the passenger seat. I was instantly and absolutely fascinated with his very interesting way of driving the extremely large vehicle. Mouse would bounce from the floor, where he landed on the accelerator, up to the steering wheel, where he would steer. He would then just bounce between the pedals and the steering wheel constantly creating this almost acrobatic carnival atmosphere in his driving technique. He would bounce high enough to see over the steering wheel and make corrections, then fall to the floor to hit the accelerator or brake depending on what was needed. Over and over for several hundred miles I watched with fascination as the small person named Mouse bounced up and down until he dropped me off in Philadelphia.