3352. When the truck turns left you throw yourself to the right, when it turns right you lean your whole body to the left. When the truck slows down you lean back, and when it accelerates you grab the underside of the dash with your fingers up under that section where all the wires are hanging down. The way Bluto drove you couldn’t relax for a second.
I expected when he got to Genesee Street at the top of Arnold Avenue we
would turn right and head for Clinton but he turned left instead and
drove downtown. At Eagle Street he turned right, drove three blocks and
parked in front of a store that sold second-hand furniture. We got out
of the truck and went into the store without a word of explanation.
About twenty minutes later we drove to another similar establishment on
Jay Street. Bluto made about six stops like that, going into one store
after another, as if he was delivering a route. After about an hour of
this he returned to the first store, where we again stayed about an
3355. After that we drove to Clinton. In Clinton Bluto parked in the driveway of an old house a little way out of the village. It had one of those trap doors into the cellar and my job was to carry out a whole lot of broken dirt colored stuff and put it into the truck. Bluto didn’t help, he went into the main part of the house and stood in the middle of the living room looking through one book after another from the book shelves.