I was really tempted to take the night off from blogging, but in the spirit if continuity and tradition, blah, blah, blah, whatever, here I am.
Today would have been much better had the forklift guy in Spartanburg, SC not taken five and a half hours to unload me. In fact, he took so long, the forklift ran out of gas - while it was in the trailer; that was another half-hour ball of fun. Had he taken, say, four and a half hours, I would be home right now. Instead, I ran up against my fourteen hour clock and am enjoying the evening in Carnesville. Whatever.
After that disaster, the rest of the day's events progressed much faster. I drove up to the shipper in Charlotte and was loaded in thirty minutes. Thirty minutes! That was awesome, but it still didn't give me enough time to get home, thanks to the aforementioned forklift guy. Whatever.
I'm headed back to good ol' Cherokee, where I'll be dropping this load and picking up a load to Florida. Fortunately, I don't anticipate driving on any toll roads in Florida, which is good, since my Sunpass is sitting at the yard in Wisconsin. Though, last time I went to this particular receiver in Florida, I did have to cross a toll bridge to get to my next load in Clearwater. Hmm, maybe I better get a few bucks in cash just in case.
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