I had a run-in outside of Scranton with some of those Pennsatucky ass cacs. PA outside of the two major cities is a northern version of Alabama. I was working for a company called Camp Trucking, and we delivered bags to summer camps for rich kids. We had to go to this camp in Honesdale, PA. The fukking cops set up a roadblock just for us, jammed up like three trucks because their log books wasn’t complete, then some Kid Rock looking motherfukker kept following us yelling shyt from like two blocks away but never pulling up.
Another rant, damn why is so hard to buy a damn beer in PA? Wine and spirits stores don’t sell it, you have to go to a specific store that sells beer. I was in Scranton and most gas stations don’t have them but a fukking random pizza joint will have 12 packs. The north in general has weird alcohol rules