Mount pleasant erupts

Trucking is nothing like Marmite because you either hate or you really hate it and thats as good as it gets.




Ive had a pretty slow couple of weeks at work, and even though we have been busy, the work has been boring and the destinations nothing to write home about.

My camera has stayed in my bag, I haven't even fixed it to the windscreen lately.

My driving Mojo is on the wain again. The last time I lost it, I wrote this post here

Re reading that post has made me laugh because things haven't changed at all, I'm still moaning about the same things.

As I near the first anniversary of my new job and remember what it was like being made redundant a year ago this May I have become bored with general haulage.

I look enviously at the Hiabs, the tankers, the horse boxes and the Specialist vehicles on the motorway, all going about their, close to home work, while Im messing about a few hundred miles from home with more delivery's than Tesco and Asda on board and struggling to make impossible deadlines and deal with impossible people.

With fuel prices at an all time high and the roads constantly jammed up because of pointless looking roadworks I can find very little pleasure by being on the road.

My redundancy posts are here and here and here

If anyone wants anymore there is a pattern, they all follow after one another.


I went into Epson today and couldn't help getting excited about seeing George.







This was sitting were my tuck should of been the other day, I'm thinking of getting my licence and add a bit of variety to my day.


A clever advert reads "Just about the only thing we don't deliver at Andy Freight"


And the typical duel on the motorway with Mr Sainsbury speeding up every time anyone got close to overtaking him.

The title for today's post was Mount Pleasant Erupts so let me explain.

I have been in the West midlands for the past few weeks and have gotten used to navigating my way around their awful road network and was feeling pretty confident when I pulled into the road named "Mount Pleasant" as written on my french paperwork from Norbert's, possibly by an illiterate Frenchman in a rush, on a ferry, in a storm, in the dark.

I was met by a grinning middle aged man with a midlife crisis pony tail at the back of his otherwise bald and shiny head who was waving his arms around in , what I thought was a crude attempt to warn me that his car was in the way of my truck and to careful. I navigated this obstacle and carried on to my destination.

Oh! It was a dead end. The grinning fool had apparently been trying to warn me that it was not the entrance to the industrial estate but in fact a dead end, and that me and hundreds of other"fools" like me had made the same mistake on a daily basis.

As I slipped the truck into reverse and switched off the reverse beeper so as not to make matters worse for my enviroment ,I was met with what can only be described as a volley, nae, a torrent of vile abuse.

Not from grinning man, he was still grinning, but from Mad cow who seemed to live with him and had appeared out of the house like it was on fire.

She came running out from behind the truck, screaming and swearing and insisting I was going to hit her "effing car", she screamed that I was so close I wouldn't miss it. I tried to be calm and explain that due to turning the steering wheel I would in fact move away from the car and back out of the street without any damage, or even come close to her precious piece of tin, but she was beyond reason, She frothed, shook and carried on spouting bile as she jumped up and down and insisted I shouldn't be here.

"You've been told" she shouted , "your not allowed here! "
I was completely shocked and looked to grinning man for guidance, a fat lot of help he was as he continued grinning and looking sheepish , he actually, sheepishly grinned!

I showed grinning man the french paperwork and he acknowledged we were in Mount Pleasant and explained that it happened a lot, he showed me the Industrial estate I needed and I was preparing to move off again, when I saw the frothing freak on the phone.
She was ringing my boss and telling them I was hitting her car !.

I was furious at this maddening turn of events and was about to get out of the truck and argue my point when I noticed a twitch at the curtains and saw a neighbour peeking out and give me the crazy woman sign with his fingers and a smile.

I laughed with him and pressed my horn to say goodbye to my new crazy friend and laughed and laughed as I drove away papping the horn and watching her run up the street after me.

I got to the delivery and while I was out of the cab I had three missed calls from work.
They were checking to see if I was OK and to find out what had happened because a mad woman had rung up and insulted all the office girls and given the receptionist both barrels.

I was so annoyed that she thought she could do that sort of thing just because her rust bucket takes up a particular piece of concrete in that particular part of the country that it ruined my day.

Lets hope this week gets a bit better, but then again Im still in Birmingham.