The " Block " Man
One day I was in Arkansas, and had been driving for several hours. I was a bit fatigued and decided to stop and take a nap. I stopped at a local truck stop in Little Rock, and went to sleep. Upon waking, I left my truck to go inside for a meal and to attend to manly duties. As I walked across the parking lot, I noticed three Arab men huddled to together talking, and as I passed, one in particular started yelling out. This one in particular was wearing a turban big enough to use as a trash can anywhere inside someone's home. Anyways, he was yelling " Hey Block Man" over and over as I passed by. I heard him, but wondered what the hell is a " block man ". Eventually I stopped, and asked this man if he was calling out to me.
One day I was in Arkansas, and had been driving for several hours. I was a bit fatigued and decided to stop and take a nap. I stopped at a local truck stop in Little Rock, and went to sleep. Upon waking, I left my truck to go inside for a meal and to attend to manly duties. As I walked across the parking lot, I noticed three Arab men huddled to together talking, and as I passed, one in particular started yelling out. This one in particular was wearing a turban big enough to use as a trash can anywhere inside someone's home. Anyways, he was yelling " Hey Block Man" over and over as I passed by. I heard him, but wondered what the hell is a " block man ". Eventually I stopped, and asked this man if he was calling out to me.