Adventures In Truck Land

As I previously mentioned here, I am currently helping out at work by driving the moving truck.  Monday was full of pick ups, deliveries, and rain. 

The day started out normal enough.  I went to pick up some donated items from a lady who lived in a gated community full of million dollar homes in St. Charles.  The only problem was that the gate would not let us in.  People honked angrily as I sat there in my big ugly truck blocking the entry to the neighborhood.  I must have looked like I was coming to rob someone because a woman in a Lexus rolled down her window to tell me that I couldn't "tailgate" into the neighborhood because the gate would close on the truck.  Not that I was trying to "tailgate" but I'm sure in a battle between the gate and my truck, my truck would have won. 

After getting into the neighborhood, finding the house, and loading it up with donations, it was on to the next pick up.  The next obstacle of the day was the strong storm that popped up as I drove down highway 94.  Out of no where the winds picked up and the rain fell.  The windshield wipers in the truck probably hadn't been replaced since 1990 so they just smeared the water across the windshield.  When the winds picked up, the truck started blowing all over the road.  I couldn't keep it on the road.  Trash and tree limbs were flying across the road, but the turning point was when the driver side mirror swung over slamming into my window.  After pulling off under an over pass for about 5 or 6 minutes I was off again.  The next hour consisted of loading up more donations in a rain storm. 

After a long day of loading and unloading the truck it was time to take the donations we couldn't use in the store to the yellow box to be re donated.  As I drove down the highway again, an old man in a truck pulled up beside me and gestured that the back door of the truck was open.  We were almost to our destination by this point so I continued.  Once arriving at the yellow box, I noticed that indeed no one had closed the door on the back of the truck.  I had left a trail of clothes down every road that I had driven.  Luckily no one called the cops on me. 

It was a long day of back breaking work.  I'm definitely ruling out a career in moving services.