No You Can't Play WIth My Toys!
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Bright and early this morning I got a call from the office saying that the new GA permit had arrived. I went inside the truckstop and got myself a temporary fax box. Flying J truckstops have these kiosks where you can get a fax box for free for 2 hours complete with a toll free fax number. You then simply print out the fax for 25 cents a page. That's much better than what most truckstops charge for faxes. It's normally something like 3 bucks for the first page and a buck a page after that.
After I got my fax, I bobtailed back to the weigh station, hooked to my trailer, and drove around to the scale. As expected an officer came out to inspect my permit. I showed it to him saying that it was the new permit sans clerical error. I thought it would be a quick pass. Oh no, not at all.
He broke out the measuring stick and measured the height, length, width, checked all the numbers, and then weighed it. After wasting a good 30 minutes of my time he handed me back my permit and allowed me to drive the remaining 25 miles to get the hell out of the state.
I drove to where I am now, stopping once to refuel. I am now roughly 2 hours North of Miami and will spend the night here before going on in to the port in the morning. Miami morning rush hour, what a joy!
When I arrived here I parked, checked out my load to make sure everything was still ok, and walked inside to take care of those things one needs to take care of after a long drive and several cups of coffee. When I came back out I noticed a door was open on the fire truck. What?! I rushed over to see what had happened. In my mind I was imagining some idiot had damaged it while pulling out or something.
Nope, turns out some idiot had taken it upon himself to climb up onto, and into, my load. I grabbed his leg and ordered him to climb down before I snatched him down. He was all like "Hey man, I didn't mean no harm, I was just looking. No need to get mad about it".
That fire truck costs just over a million dollars and I'm responsible for it until I get a signed delivery receipt. I was none too pleased to see some moron climbing around on it. I voiced these facts to said moron, using much more colorful language, and told him to take a hike before I wrapped a winch bar around his skull. (I had grabbed the winch bar out of the side box when I got close enough to realize what was really happening). He looked at my face, looked at the heavy 3 foot long, 3 inch diameter, 6 1/2 lbs solid chrome steel bar in my hand, and decided a quick apology and rapid retreat was in order.
This is a winch bar
Just how stupid does one have to be to come to the conclusion that it would be ok to climb up on a load on the back of a rig and help yourself to a look around? Especially something like an expensive fire truck? I am still trying to work it out in my mind what the exact thought process would be that could lead someone to do this. It escapes me completely.
After I got my fax, I bobtailed back to the weigh station, hooked to my trailer, and drove around to the scale. As expected an officer came out to inspect my permit. I showed it to him saying that it was the new permit sans clerical error. I thought it would be a quick pass. Oh no, not at all.
He broke out the measuring stick and measured the height, length, width, checked all the numbers, and then weighed it. After wasting a good 30 minutes of my time he handed me back my permit and allowed me to drive the remaining 25 miles to get the hell out of the state.
I drove to where I am now, stopping once to refuel. I am now roughly 2 hours North of Miami and will spend the night here before going on in to the port in the morning. Miami morning rush hour, what a joy!
When I arrived here I parked, checked out my load to make sure everything was still ok, and walked inside to take care of those things one needs to take care of after a long drive and several cups of coffee. When I came back out I noticed a door was open on the fire truck. What?! I rushed over to see what had happened. In my mind I was imagining some idiot had damaged it while pulling out or something.
Nope, turns out some idiot had taken it upon himself to climb up onto, and into, my load. I grabbed his leg and ordered him to climb down before I snatched him down. He was all like "Hey man, I didn't mean no harm, I was just looking. No need to get mad about it".
That fire truck costs just over a million dollars and I'm responsible for it until I get a signed delivery receipt. I was none too pleased to see some moron climbing around on it. I voiced these facts to said moron, using much more colorful language, and told him to take a hike before I wrapped a winch bar around his skull. (I had grabbed the winch bar out of the side box when I got close enough to realize what was really happening). He looked at my face, looked at the heavy 3 foot long, 3 inch diameter, 6 1/2 lbs solid chrome steel bar in my hand, and decided a quick apology and rapid retreat was in order.
This is a winch bar
Just how stupid does one have to be to come to the conclusion that it would be ok to climb up on a load on the back of a rig and help yourself to a look around? Especially something like an expensive fire truck? I am still trying to work it out in my mind what the exact thought process would be that could lead someone to do this. It escapes me completely.
