Yes

He quickly pulled into a rest area, parking the car in a secluded spot with just about a half dozen tractor trailers. He turned off the engine and turned to face Ashley, Samantha, and Lily.

"What the hell was that?" Scott yelled, his voice filled with anger. "You made a mess of the back seat!"

Ashley looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. She had never seen Scott so angry before. She didn't know what to say.

Samantha and Lily exchanged a worried glance. They had never seen Scott so angry before either. They didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry," Ashley said, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to make a mess."

Scott glared at her, his eyes filled with anger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked over at the half dozen fat truck drivers talking and gesturing wildly.

He knew he had to do something to get rid of his anger, and he had an idea.

"Hey, you guys," Scott called out to the truck drivers. "I have a proposition for you."

The truck drivers turned to look at him, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"What do you want?" one of them asked.