I am posting stories from my job, because I think they're funny. I've done my best to disguise my company name, even the industry, and to keep the people I write about and even some details of the situation anonymous. If you know me, and know where I work, please don't include details in your comments. I'll have to delete your comment and reconsider posting these stories.
A driver from a trucking company we don't normally use (and haven't even heard of--we didn't hire them, but they're coming to pick something up from us that isn't our normal shipment) came in today. First, he called to let us know his ETA, which was nice. He asked where the nearest truck stop (by name) is, I told him, and told him we don't recommend using their scale, as it's WAY off, but he could continue past it another however-many miles to a much better scale. I assured him we have a scale, though, and while it's not certified, it is calibrated, so if/when he gets to a state scale, he won't need to be worry about being overweight.
He called again when he was about an hour out, to update his ETA (wow--how thoughtful, seriously, that's not sarcasm!) and asked my co-worker about the same truck stop, and surprise, surprise (since he's how I knew what to tell the guy), he told him the same thing I had earlier.
A few minutes ago, we heard an awful squealing/squawking/screeching of brakes, and my co-worker and I both looked up from our desks, at the truck slowing outside our driveway, and then to each other. Guess he's arrived!
He came inside, we told him which dock to back up to, and he asked AGAIN about the truck stop. Seriously, dude. It's just as many miles away now as it was the last two times you asked. Plate tectonics don't move THAT fast, don't worry. Finally, he went back out to his truck to drive it over to the dock, and the starter made a god-awful racket as he fired it up.
We got him loaded up, and guess what? That god-awful racket was because that was the last time the starter would ever start again. Yep, he's stuck on our lot, in our loading dock. Luckily, we didn't have any more orders to load, either the rest of the day or the next, so he had some time to get a mobile mechanic out to fix it.
Lucky us, he was still in the loading dock when we got here this morning. Our poor maintenance guy arrived at 6 and got to spend two hours being the only one on the property for the driver to talk to. Oh, and he also got to be the one to tell him that he couldn't put his pee baggies (!!) in our bin marked "wood only." Yeah. He ALSO got to tell him how far it was to the nearest truck stop about a dozen times. Wow.
Once my co-worker and I were in the office, the truck driver also came in here a few times to give us updates, including making a phone call on his cell phone while pacing in front of our desks. Then he debated the merits of taking a cab to a motel (benefit--shower, for one!) with us. Then he told us we were so friendly and nice. Uh, only to your face, dude--get out of here!