stupidest thing u have done or seen a rookie do?

Whoa, where was this?

 

Happened right here in my driveway, with a KW T-600. I was bobtailing around town while off duty, cruising the beach, came home for a moment to run inside and grab something... parked in the driveway and could've sworn I set the parking brake. The road here in front of my wooden gate has a high crown, so the truck was angled slightly downward, with about ten feet between the nose of the KW and the wooden fence across my driveway. Got out of the truck and started walking toward the front door, had some weird sixth sense and turned around to see the KW sailing majestically toward the fence... I was already twenty-five or thirty feet away from the tractor, and all I could do was watch as it plowed into the gate. There was a tremendous crack, and that whole section of fence hit the concrete driveway. The one burly post which supported that section of fence had snapped like a toothpick... the fence itself stopped the truck by acting as an oversized wheel chock. Some neighbor I don't particularly like heard the crack of the post and the subsequent fall of the fence, and came out to stare at the truck and the flattened fence. I might have let one or two choice words rip... I can't remember. The fence had seen better days anyway, and the incident gave me an excuse to build a new fence. The friends who helped me laughed about it afterward as we fired up the BBQ and drank a toast to the new fence on the following day. The KW was completely undamaged, since the wood gave so easily---not a mark on the front end. I'm just glad this didn't happen on some hill in San Diego, with cross traffic below... THAT would've been a real disaster.

 

Came out of the loves in ripon,ca with a cup of coffee and didn't see the curb, and did a complete wipe out, spilling the coffee all over myself right in front of the fuel island. I sprained my ankle, but was more embarassed than anything.

 

At least you weren't driving... I hit a heller bump on I-30 down in the Razorback (before they "fixed" the road) just as I went to take a sip of hot coffee... knocked the cup out of my hand, it hit the wheel and the lid flew off, and I had a full cup of scalding hot coffee dumped in my lap... I can laugh about it now, but it wasn't so funny at the time.

 

Did you sue for $800,000? Seems to me there's a precedent somewhere....

I've done a very similar thing. Got a LARGE cuppa joe early one morning from that diner on 84 in NY (used to have more parking until the hotel was built next door)....don't know WHAT I was thinking, but I needed to head north toward CT. I momentarily headed for the other ramp before realizing that I'm an idiot. Now, turning rapidly, downshifting, holding an absolutely ridiculously-sized cup of coffee, and cussing at the same time is not recommended. Especially when you instinctually squeeze the cup a bit tighter....all over myself. And the floor. And anything else within about a foot or so...

 

Yeah, I can't tell you how many times I've placed a full cup of coffee in some undersized cup holder, only to watch it topple as I made a simple 90-degree turn... SPLASH!!! All over the deck... I hate it when that happens. Nowadays, I place the full cup on the dash with the lid leaning against the windshield. Less likely to topple that way, and I clean my glass regularly so the odd smudge mark is not an issue. Speaking of spills in the Razorback, I once hit a heller bump down there on old I-40 (again, before they "fixed" the road), and a full gallon jug of piss launched off the deck like a Polaris missile, arced about a foot-and-a-half in the air over the vinyl floor mat, and landed on its side with a thump in the far shotgun corner... according to the laws of physics, the cap flew off upon impact and < GLUG, GLUG, GLUG > went the rank piss all over the floor of my cab. I couldn't reach the plastic jug, of course, and I had to pull off at the very next exit just to clean the interior. Took about 20 minutes and at least one roll of paper towels, not to mention a fair quantity of household cleaning agents, 10? After that incident, I developed a bungee cord system wherein the cords (the kind with those large plastic hooks on the ends) are wrapped around the spindles of the armrests, with one hook hanging downward at a set length under each armrest to secure the plastic jug handles... fresh water jug under the driver's right-hand armrest, piss jug under the left shotgun armrest. The other end of each bungee cord simply hooks around the cord itself after taking a turn or two around the spindle of the armrest. I buy 7 or 8 gallons of water at a time on my weekly Walmart run; as soon as I empty a fresh water jug, it becomes a piss jug. I go through at least a gallon of water a day, so no plastic jug ever has the chance to get really rank before it's tossed. Since I began using this system, I haven't had any funky piss jug spillage. When I'm in my bunk in the sleeper, the fresh water jug sits on the corner of the floor closest to my head, with the piss jug on the corner of the floor closest to my feet. I always check the "fresh water" jug before taking a drink... although I've come close once or twice, I've never taken a hit of rank piss, but I can't tell you how many times I've ruined my fresh water jug, crawling out of my bunk half-asleep and grabbing what I thought was the piss jug. Ya know ya done f____d up when ya see two jugs with yellow liquid in them. All of this probably falls under the heading "TMI" (lol)---I'm long past caring, and the interior of my truck is actually much cleaner than most I've seen on the road. Nothin' worse than agreeing to have a beer in somebody else's truck, only to find the cab knee-deep in funky food wrappers and God knows what else, with jungle wildlife screechin' and hollerin' in the background... when that happens, I just say, "Let's go party in MY truck."

 

it used to be a beach of a time when i was teaming, i used to drink the orange powerade by the case, and my teammate had this really bad habbit of not throwing out his bottles. i would keep 2 cold poweraids up by me when i started the night so i didnt have to open the curtain to grab one out of the fridge. i kept one in the cup holder the other jammed inbetween the base of the dash and the shifter boot.

only problem with that jam on the brakes real hard and it came loose along with his bottles that rolled out from under the curtain. Its a hell of a time trying to determine what bottles are what at night without turning on the light (light sensitive).

 

Stupidest thing I've ever done? Accept a date request from my ex-husband. Before we were married. Should 'a never done that.

Regarding the jugs...Fellas. (Women, too in some cases) 1. Why keep a gallon jug of urine in the truck? 2. When you fill one of the bottles, why keep it around? Why not just get rid of them when you fuel your truck? The trash is right there...Yes, I carry a large beverage cup for the purpose...it's hard to miss and easy to clean. But I dispose of the contents at least once daily and then clean it out with Clorox or Lysol.

Teamed with a guy for a brief time who peed in bottles. Not an issue there...until I found one stuffed between the mattress and the wall at the head of the bed when it was my turn to sleep. He was fueling the truck and I was about two seconds from opening it and pouring it on his head. I collected myself and shoved it in front of his nose instead. ICK!!!

 

Okay, I'll answer that... on that occasion, coming out of the backwoods of AR as I did, I had not yet had a chance to ditch that full gallon jug. Unlike many drivers, I'm not big on littering or dumping out the jug in parking lots---littering sucks, and those lots are funky enough already without adding to the problem, 10? I'm actually pretty good about dumping the contents of each jug in a rest area toilet or out of the way location BEFORE tossing the empty. Some rest areas have plastic recycling bins as well, so I'll make a point of hurling the jugs in there once they're empty... I don't like ditching full or nearly-full gallon jugs in fuel island trash cans for several reasons: if they rupture, the fuel island smells like a sewer, many of those fuel islands have cameras above and one never knows when somebody is watching, and, lastly, some poor sod has to come along and empty those cans... for that reason, I'll scout out the lot for a dumpster if one is available, and I'll often dump the jug near the woodline or whatever before tossing it, just to do my part in lessening the problem. It doesn't take but a few extra seconds, and it makes a big difference... of course, when I've received bad service in the past, I've been known to hurl full jugs out the window, and I attribute this to "rotten human nature" (mine, to be specific). I suppose I can go on Jerry Springer and whine about how I was "traumatized" by my trainer, who taught me to urinate in plastic jugs while going down the road... I'll never forget one incident in Metro Jersey, when he told me to hurl two full gallon jugs out the window while traveling down the turnpike... it was the middle of the night, and there was a hedgerow right there along the narrow shoulder. I'm not big on littering, as you may deduce from my blogs, but I didn't want to cross my trainer or get on his bad side early on, having heard all the horror stories about that scenario, so I said to myself, "F___ it, it's Metro Jersey, nobody will know the difference." The first jug sailed out the window and crashed into the bushes... the next jug promptly followed, but as I released it with Olympic form I noticed some poor homeless sod emerging from the hedgerow. The jug sailed past his head, missing it by inches before crashing through the branches, and I had a fleeting impression of that poor sod with eyes wide as dinner plates... I have a photographic memory, and I can see that poor guy's expression as I key this post. I felt like shouting, "Sorry, Dude!!! Wasn't aimin' for ya!!!" But we were already too far away... he never would've heard me over the roar of other truck traffic. I still think of that poor dude sometimes... that jug probably would've killed him if it had actually hit him, you see. I could go on here with more Metro Jersey stories, but I think I'll quit while I'm ahead... it will suffice to say that I repeatedly tell my friends: "You just haven't LIVED if you've never crapped in a Walmart sack!!!" That's another issue, and an ugly one to boot, so I won't affront the delicate sensibilities of some readers by going there... except to say that public restrooms are not abundant in Metro Jersey, and you can't just hunker down in the street (or even Mideastern-style on the catwalk) with 2000 motorists and pedestrians on every block, 10? Not to say that I've never taken a... well, never mind.

 

well today I really blew it. I've been training with a new company my trainer and I were running pretty hard its all local anyway we stop at a ts and I run in having that natural urge really BAD swing thru restroom door straight into stall. shortly I hear voices WOMENS voices. uh oh rover we are screwed. I do my business waiting for them to leave then I hear on say I wish the other stall worked! NOW WHAT? so I get up walk out smile wash my hands and walk out while they laughed their a@# off. glad they had a sense of humor.