Ahhhh... the lot lizard. What a sad lonely place the truck stop would be without these fearless ladies o' lot love. Truckers have it bad enough. They go on 36 hour benders to deliver us the fancy goods we take for granted. This cross-country trip from hell — with just miles and miles of yellow blips and squashed bugs on the windshield — is only broken up by short cab naps and quick stops for greasy roadside food. To stay awake, the trucker guzzles coffee, sucks down no-doz, and even takes speed. The wear and tear on their bodies is terrible, and then what?! At the end of the line is a run-down truck stop with crappy tasteless coffee and burnt toast. The lot lizard provides the only small pleasure these poor night riders git during their treacherous trip so you can have yer goddamn baby squash and iPods! Honor them.

--Nice fittin' corduroy mesh hat.
--One size fits most.
--Patch is machine stitched onto hat.