09/05/2026
Bypassing the Roberts, ID scale house while hauling doubles? Pure fantasy. So instead of praying for a green light, I pulled in running a full-blown high-fructose contraband operation.
Marched into the lobby clutching a box of Little Bites big enough to flatten a steer tire, pretty sure I'm straight-up bribing Idaho DOT at this point. The officer finishes roasting two gravel haulers who were praying for their lives, turns the corner, spots me holding enough baked goods to cause insulin shock, and screams:
"HOLY S**T, I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN A HOT MINUTE!" 🤣
Did we check weights? Barely. We ran an illegal 15-minute muffin transaction. Handed him his scale-house survival stash, threw emergency fudge brownies at the traumatized gravel haulers on my way out to heal their soul damage, and rolled.
Who needs PrePass when you’re a state-recognized sugar dealer? 🟢🧁💨