“Soaring Jacob’s OPEN 24 HRS!” blinks the neon sign hung gently in the small diner’s window. Outside in the large parking lot, trucks sit idling, drivers rest. The diesel pumps gleam in the midday sun as trucks of every make, model, and year refill their tanks.

Inside, a bustling scene takes place as pretty waitresses take food from the kitchen to the hungry drivers sitting at the numerous tables and booths interspersed throughout the establishment. The smell of cooking meat saturates the building, sending taste buds into a wonderland and mouths to water. A plump sweaty cook skillfully handles the food on the steaming griddle. Behind a old wooden door labeled “Office” is seated a man behind a desk piled high with papers attempting to make heads and tails of finances. An older woman with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth works the cash register, stabbing the processed tickets on a slender spike beside the register. With every payment there is a “Have a good day, hun,” uttered. It is said on the CB that people come for the gas, but come back for the food.

A waitress, chewing on bubble gum, comes to you're table and says, "What'll ya'll be having today?"

I'll have a diet coke and a burger with fries

Nice Jacob, nice. Can I be supervisor of this fine established establishment?

"Yes sir!" she says, "Coming right up!" She writes down you're order and walks back to the kitchen and puts the ticket on the counter for the cook to read. After a few minutes she returns with you're drink.



After a 10 minute wait she comes back with a plate holding a burger and fries.



"If there's anything else ya'll be needin' just give me a hollar!" she says as she turns to wait on another customer.

The help wanted sign hangs in the window. "All applications must be submitted to Jacob," reads the sign.
(You may want to see the guy in the back.)

Is it going to be a smoked filled room filled with ceo's in the back???

(Only the CEO of the diner in the office beside the bathrooms :P )

*Mr Korrupt walks to the back, knocks on the door cautiously, it creaks open, *Jacob says, come in, with his chair turned facing the other way, and spins it around slowly like an evil mastermind.


" Can I get a job?"

"You can start out as a dishboy, clearing tables and such, but if you're good, you can study under Slim and become a cook."

The man tosses you an apron and then returns to the stack of papers, quietly cursing to himself.

" Thank you kind sir".





" Old scrooge is what you are", he mutters to himself.

could i get 2 hot dog's with mustard, and a pepsi please no coke or ketchup lol. im picky.

I'll take a cheeseburger, double cheese.. in fact.. triple cheese, with a side salad and a glass of milk please.

A waitress walks over to the table where Luke is sitting. In her hand she carries a large tray of food.

"Here ya go, hun," she says as she hands the food to Luke.




"And you're Pepsi."



The waitress then walks to Vor's table.

"Sorry for the wait," she says.







After a time, she comes back with each of your tickets and lays them face down on the table.

Luke's total: $12.37
Vor's total: $15.73

Excuse me, but what's the price for fuel at 'Soaring Jacob's'?

The woman takes the cigarette out of her mouth and says, "It's about $3.25 a gallon, mister."

"bell rings on the door as a man walks in" " he walks over to the booth next to the window"

"waitress walks over and ask what he would like"

I'll have Eggs and Toast and with hot coco to drink

"And how would you like your eggs?"

over easy please

"Ok, be right back hun." She walks back to the kitchen and returns minutes later with a piping hot cup of cocoa.



She walks back to kitchen and once again returns with your order.




"There ya go darlin'," she says as she hands you you're ticket.

Total: $6.37

"he eats it all and says that was really good"

he gets his wallet out leaves $6.37 with the bill and a $8 tip next to the bill.

he walks up to the register and askss "how much would 120 gallons of diesel be?"

my truck is runing low and i dont think i will make it to the next rest stop.

The woman behind the cash register pecks at a calculator beside the register.

"120 gallons comes out to be $390 dollars."

"he takes out his wallet and pays the $390"

he gose to his truck and moves his truck to the gas pumps, he pumps the gas, it stops at 120 then it shuts off. he starts his truck up and leaves, on his way out he honks the horn.. honk.......honk......honk..........

then he hits the road and gets on the cb and tells the people about "soaring Jacobs"

here's a fifty, keep the change... oh and i'll be back next time on in the area!

We just finished a pretty good paying contract and I decided to spend a lil on myself. I just bought a new truck. Prime rib med rare, scrambled eggs with o'brian taters please and a Mello Yello. You see, we can't get MY where I live and whenever I go on a run back east, I try to stock up when I can. I'm goin to Louisville tomorrow for the Great American Trucking Show. Here's a couple hundees to top off the tank.

* Whimpy little bus boy goes and cleans the tables*.





*Hating his life..... but putting a smile on for Jake.

The waitress takes your order and returns to the kitchen. Within minutes she brings back your drink.



Minutes later she returns with your order:







After you are about half way through with your meal the waitress returns and places your ticket face down.


Total: $24.35

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STEALING MY CUSTOMERS?

Correction: Alperts customers.

The man storms out of the back office.

"You sir are out of line, barging into my place and shouting! I am calling the police!"

He returns to the back and begins to dial....

No need, I'll take care of it. " Sir, please step outside."

No! Who do you think you are?

" I'll tell you if you step outside with me."

No. I'm going to the managers office.

"Hey Buddy get out here"

He was the one calling the cops.

I know I assumed he was calling from his office. I'm leaving this dump.

Here's $40, keep the change, I love this place, service like the good 'ol days! After I top off the tank, I'm returnin to my sound room to listen to the music of 12 cylinders of 2 stroke screamin and 2 stickin it down the super slab! :D

The man comes out from the back room.

"The police are on their way, I suggest you leave, sir."

I voted for you......... You wait and see you and this dump will get what's coming. Alpert's Truck Stop is open 24/7 come down and see us

"Operator, gimmie the number to 911!!" :lol:

I go wherever treats my brother truckers the best, wherever it is, cost is no objective, I run well above my bottom line enough to support those that support us. :)