I was good after 1.5 years. A soul-crushing, thankless, over-regulated, low-paying job.
Mohammed can drive to his heart’s content. And then detonate his dry van of ammonium nitrate in a tunnel near you.
'Bout '96 I had a delivery to the Earl Cabell federal building in downtown Dallas (Texas y'all).
Inside, Kelly Door dock.
Had multiple loads on and one load was about 20, blue, poly barrels.
I parked on the street and went inside with my manifest.
Asked them not to freak, 'cause I had blue, poly barrels on the truck.
Even asked my dispatcher prior if he was trying to get me shot.