Those are the words the judge loomed over Harmony at her trial.
Hushed whispers made their way through the court room.
“You, a 2005 GMC Step Van, consorting with a Hot Dog Cart of all things.”
“How could you?” The judge asked, his headlights downcast, as if ashamed for Harmony.
“For love.” She responded.
“He didn’t care I have 250,000 miles under my belt. He saw me for what I am. A food truck!” Harmony continued.
Gasps erupted across the courtroom.
The judge nearly choked on his beverage of hot motor oil. His spectacles slid off his broad face.
“Exile is too kind for you, daughter.”
“Now get out of my sight!” The judge exclaimed.
As you can see, Harmony is in a bit of a bind – she’s been exiled from Truckistan and has nowhere to go. In her heart she knows she’s a food truck, but she needs some help. More specifically, she needs you to believe in her, and to convert her into a food truck.
Contact us today to find out more about how you can help Harmony’s situation. Be her knight in shining armor.