Ok here we go.
I'm in Cowpens SC at the Mr Waffle truck stop scanning the internet looking for a load. When I finally decide there is nothing worth putting onmy trailer I decide to drive home.
I Put the truck in drive (I have an automated shifter) and nothing happens. I call Freightliner and talk to a tech who walks me through the process of checking codes andchecking the clutch to find out that I'm screwed. I have to have the truck towed to Frieghtliner in Greenville SC.
I call the dealership and they tell me to use XYZ Towing. No I am not using their name until I have my truck back from the dealer.
My XYZ shows up and immediately starts trying to boss me around. Wait a sec. I thought I was paying for this?
Well I'm not one to be bossed around so we get off on the wrong foot.
Once the truck is hooked up we start rolling on I85 south to Greenville.
At 85 and 90 mph. This guy is zigging and zagging and riding peoples arses and flashing his headlights to try and move people out of the way. I can't tell you how many times he had to slam on the brakes to keep from piling up.
And if any of you have ever traveled 85 through SC you know it is no picnic on a Friday afternoon!
Then I'm on the phone with my leasing company arranging payment for the wrecker. When peckehead hears me mention faxing the bill he starts yelling that his bill goes up 30 dollars if he has to wait for a fax at the dealership.
It was all I could do not to have him pull over and drop the tractor on the side of the road.
I guess it's age catching up with me but I never told him off or cracked him in the head with a winch bar. I pick and choose my battles and with a week of downtime staring me in the face and bills due I chose not to add bail money to my problems.
But Jesus man I can;t even begin to describe how badly I wanted to feel the skin tearing and the bone crunching as I crushed his face with a well placed elbow. Or the satisfying thud sound there head makes after you kick them in the balls and then knee them in the face as theyt bend over in pain.
The guy rambled on and rambled on aout what a bad arse he is and how all these truckers smart off to him and how he shuts them up by threatening to shoot them. Or how the military trained him to KILL KILL KILL!
Yeah well buddy they trained a lot of us. Give it a rest cause' you definately ain't alone.
Some sick sad little man who is so insecure he gets his rocks off by screwing around with people who have bigger problems than him.
But he had no idea how close he came to having a much much bigger problem than whatever had him in such a hurry on Friday.
Sometimes I wish I were just a little less responsible and a lot more violent.
Know what I mean?