She never said she was going to write into an agony aunts page in the paper ! 
looks like I won’t be parking up back there in a hurry 
The extras were well worth it with the sausage egg and chips though! 
Must be in Devon.
Cream Tease.
Think I asked her for the shower key and she wanted to know if I would like hot, cold or golden.
Hope this thread isn’t going to turn into just double entendre’s
Without a picture (& some antibiotics) I’ll stick with the Bacon & Egg thanks 
albion1938:
At least she sees to them after work. Never saw for myself as I was only a nipper, but my father and my big brother used to speak of a cafe where, for a bet the woman used to come out from behind the counter and screw a driver on a table while the other drivers cheered them on. Anybody reading this know about it, or were you … no, I won’t go there!
Bernard
Think your Father and Brother were pulling your plonker oh god thats just wrong on so many levels. I think they’ve been sticking a long un into you no no no ■■■■. last attempt that maybe a tall tale from years gone by, thank the lord
Thetaff2:
albion1938:
Thetaff2:
I know somewhere up Norf where the local tom will give you oral for 2 tins of beans,cos she’s always starving!!Up Norf? That’ll be the cafe with the tripe then!
BernardShe don’t work in a cafe just knocks your door…hope that clears things up for ya…
If that dont, then I’m sure your DR can issue some cream
did you here the one about the lorry driver who swerved to avoid a child ?
he fell of the bed !
I always thought that trampers go to bed with 5 wimmin every night.
Mrs. Rosy Palmer & her 4 daughters 
Thetaff2:
I know somewhere up Norf where the local tom will give you oral for 2 tins of beans,cos she’s always starving!!
Mmtm he knew where he could get oral for free - the ole bird was just glad of a warm drink…
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Can anyone put up a link (I’m hopeless at copy and paste and all that!) to the episode of Little Britain where the mother and daughter run the transport cafe and the mother is fixing her up with drivers out the back,funny as F**k and thought of it straight away when I read this
that be this one then
If in doubt I find the classic chat up line for the hard to get truckstop groupie that usually works, goes something like:
‘Hello my names Pinnochio, sit on my face and I’ll tell you some lies’.
wonder if they do a nice cup of tea at that cafe
I wouldnt mind giving her one
eddie snax:
Think your Father and Brother were pulling your plonker oh god thats just wrong on so many levels. I think they’ve been sticking a long un into you no no no ■■■■. last attempt that maybe a tall tale from years gone by, thank the lord
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■■■■, all these years I’ve spent believing that! I’d have a go about it but they’re both waiting forever in that big RDC in the sky, listening to tales of pink chalk and handle turns. RDC? Maybe that’s where they heard about that cafe. Hang on though, there was no such place as an RDC when the old man was driving, bless him!
Bernard
When I started driving there were quite a few cafes where ‘extras’ were readily available. Jacks Hill was one of the most notorious. The Jungle wasn’t, as far as I knew anyway, and in Glasgow there was a big bomb site where we all used to park, with a bar and a whole gaggle of prostitutes.
I remember a digs in Middlesboro that offered extra services, and of course there was Ramsden’s in Leeds which was a respectable house, but right in the middle of the red light district.
They had strippers at Penkridge too.
She must have a ■■■■■ like a horse’s coller… 
I remembert many years ago my uncle Harry,who got me into transport in the first place,used to reminisce with a mate of his about a time before the motorways when drivers had to go down the old A5,and they spoke fondly of,“The Dordon Gobbler”.
albion1938:
eddie snax:
Think your Father and Brother were pulling your plonker
■■■■, all these years I’ve spent believing that! I’d have a go about it but they’re both waiting forever in that big RDC in the sky, listening to tales of pink chalk and handle turns. RDC? Maybe that’s where they heard about that cafe. Hang on though, there was no such place as an RDC when the old man was driving, bless him!
Bernard
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No RDC’s but plenty of queing up for 3 days at Liverpool docks and other such woeful establisments I’m lead to believe, imagine getting stuck behind Mr pink chalk/winding handle for that long.
It’s not such am extravagant story, I have known lots of truckstop staff who have a new driver every night.
I heard of “extras” beIng offered at a cafe up north, so when I was up there I called in, there was a young gal serving and it wasnt very busy so I asked her " excuse me dear are you the young lady that for a few quid tip will give drivers a ■■■■■■■■?" she had a quick look around then quietly answered “yes I am” and gave a little wink. I then said “well wash you dirty [zb]ing hands and make me a sandwich”
I’ll get me coat
Darb:
I heard of “extras” beIng offered at a cafe up north, so when I was up there I called in, there was a young gal serving and it wasnt very busy so I asked her " excuse me dear are you the young lady that for a few quid tip will give drivers a ■■■■■■■■?" she had a quick look around then quietly answered “yes I am” and gave a little wink. I then said “well wash you dirty [zb]ing hands and make me a sandwich”I’ll get me coat
Darb:
I heard of “extras” beIng offered at a cafe up north, so when I was up there I called in, there was a young gal serving and it wasnt very busy so I asked her " excuse me dear are you the young lady that for a few quid tip will give drivers a ■■■■■■■■?" she had a quick look around then quietly answered “yes I am” and gave a little wink. I then said “well wash you dirty [zb]ing hands and make me a sandwich”I’ll get me coat
Would that be a tripe sandwich?
Bernard