Late night encounters #19 Micron

I'm driving my car on the last big straight before you hit the cashiers in the harbor in Helsingborg, Sweden. My car is in the downwind from a huge scania truck in front of me, the gas-pedal is barely needed. As he turns off to his lane, my hands turn the steering wheel to the right, like I instinctively know where it's supposed to go. It's a few cars in line, but the wait isn't usually worse than 10 minutes, not bad for a boat that leaves every 15 minutes.

I hit up the cashier and smoothly say; HH-RP, some people know what this means, let it be unsaid for people that dont. As she takes my card and swipes it for me to pay my ticket, I cannot stop wondering; what will I do, what will I get.. hmm... Lane 7 gets said to me and I quickly move my car to the right lane and start the wait.

After a few minutes the lights in my lane turns green, and the cars in front haul ass to get on the boat as quickly as possible, even though it doesn't matter.. An old dude, from the looks of it probably somewhere around 45 years, dark brown hair and clearly wasting his life on this dead end job telling cars where to turn all day, everyday. Anyway I take the stairs to the cabin and order a motherfuckin' beer, as I down it it feels like I'm walking on clouds.. Denmark..

psst Late night encounters returns for a few more episodes