Slow going

I actually got cussed out this morning after I unloaded in Kansas City. I was parked down the block from the consignee, where I had parked earlier for an hour or so waiting to be called to the dock, when this pickup truck rolls up and an agitated redneck type jumps out.

"Move your damn truck out of here!" he cried.

After a bit of back-and-forth it turns out the street I was parked on was an unmarked private drive for a company at the end, and they didn't like big rigs parked anywhere on their street. Even if we were blocking nothing but the sun.

"Move or I'll have you towed!" he shouted. Upon asking how he planned on doing that with his piddly 4-wheeler he whipped out his cell phone and shouted the name of some (probably fictitious) towing company.

"Hard to believe they would come out to tow a truck from a public street on your say-so, pal."

Anyway, he huffed and puffed and shouted at me to get my effing truck out of there. I briefly considered getting out and tooling him up but I had my fill of morning entertainment and went my way.

Plus, I had just received instructions for my next load: the typical hop over to Independence, Missouri to pick up a load from the underground storage place there to bring down to ConAgra in Russellville, Arkansas.

Along the way, more news: after I drop off that load, I can pick up a new one down the street in Russellville and take it 418 miles east to Goodlettsville, Tennessee. I hadn't heard of the town before, but it is near Nashville, which I gathered from the distance given.

Unfortunately, that load doesn't deliver until Wednesday morning at 0400 so today and tomorrow will be more slow going. Only one load in the past week has been for more than 500 miles (two if you count the long deadhead to the load from Seward) and these little dinky ones get old after a while.