Comfort Inn. Florence, South Carolina. I’m sitting in the lobby, waiting for a taxi to take me back to Freightliner. This all looks iffy, in regards to the truck. The mechanic isn’t sure he can finish with repairs today. My load has been re-scheduled for next week. So the situation is this; if he repairs the truck, I go home. And if not, I spend the weekend in a hotel in Florence, South Carolina. I’m hoping that if I go back to the shop and make myself conspicuously present (but nice, of course), it’ll help things along.