I'm sitting at a stoplight on the phone with one of the kids (cuz I've been gone 10 minutes, all hell has broken lose) and I see Otis drive right past me! I scream, mostly because I'm easily excitable, but also because for a very brief moment, even though I'm driving Otis, I think someone has stolen him.
I've never seen a truck exactly like him, I've seen extended/king cabs with blue or beige trim. Never red like Otis. My favorite part of the story is that when I apologize for screaming in the poor shift manager's ear and explain why I had to, he knew who/what Otis was.
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