This Atlanta local-driving crap isn't all it's cracked up to be. I left home around 9am and got back home around 5:30pm. A pretty normal workday by most standards, and a great workday by trucking standards. Only, during that time, I made one delivery, one pick-up, and drove a total of 80 miles. Which means there was plenty of waiting in between. Had the receiver and shipper been on their game, I could have been home by at least 5:15pm. Hey, it's not trucking if you can't find something to complain about.
My dispatcher was kind enough to arrange another day of home-time for me, so here I am. I was welcomed home this evening by one of my cats hovering over a tail-less salamander as it slowly made its way across the carpet. After muttering something along the lines of "@#$%", I dropped my bags and tended to the situation. We've had spiders and roaches before, but amphibians are new. Never a dull moment.
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Paux Paux and Dogen have both delivered live, stunned mice to my bedroom over the years. Usually in the middle of the night. Never a salamander. Good times.
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