Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Still with ya Snazz, been lurking here in my new mobile home {9200-I}, hell nor highwater can keep me away from these truer than fictions!

 

Big Duker, you crack me up! It looks like those fine fellows are ready to jump right in and give our Snazz a hand with his freight. Or some knuckles. Or something...

 

Nice to meet you Snazzy.

 

AllLab, it's great hearing from you and sounds like your riding in style. Yep, them International 9200's sure stand out. Keep us updated and don't be a stranger. Now Pjw044, the plot does thicken and I agree that picture is priceless. Of course Big Duker was following me around back then and that's how he has all the right shots. Great photo and comments, so Snazzy points all around, as Life Goes On.

There I was surrounded by 50 blood thirsty outlaws and no place to run. So, I got into my dung fool stance and prepared to take them all on. You know, knees bent, elbows tucked in, chin jaunted out, and a-hole all puckered up. Of course, the biggest baddest biker stomped over and sized me up. He was a big bruiser, tall, barrel chested, tattooed, hairy, and mean looking. I knew that when he reached inside his leather vest that things weren't looking good. Yep, the rest of the gang circled around us as the air filled with tension. I began my battle chant cry that I had learned from watching old Bruce Lee movies.

My arms flapped and pawed, " Ying Ding ! Sing Song So, Mo Bo, Pee Free, Fiddle Fie Foe, Ye Yow ! "

Big Bruiser was all business, " Hey ! We aren't looking for any trouble ! Just, make good on this ! Where's your buddy at ? "

I was still all bucked tooth, " Vuddy ? What Vuddy ? "

Bruiser handed me the box, " This stuff is junk ! Now, we paid good money and this isn't right ! "

I examined it, " Did ya'll read the warranty ? I mean, you'll have to bring me up to speed. What did the sales associate tell you ? "

Big Bruiser confessed, " Well, we were all excited about the low prices and your buddy sure knows how to ...."

I cut him off, " Hey ! It says it right here ! Look, page 4, of the warranty pamphlet. Any defects in parts or workmanship are not the responsibility of the retailer. Return to manufacturer with proof of purchase. "

Bruiser argued his case, " We didn't get any receipts ! But, he said. .."

I lit up, " Look ! Page 5 states, that no verbal promises expressed or implied shall be considered ! Now, I want to be fair, so be honest with me. How much did ya'll pay and how many did you buy ? "

Bruiser thumbed his beard, " Let me see ? Killer bought two, Scooter bought four, Devil Dog got three. No ! Dog bought two, I got six, and Pan Head bought five. So, that's.. Hell ! How many is that ? "

I blew smoke, " That's 19, but my inventory shows...."

Bruiser blushed, " Your right ! Your right ! Pan Head bought four and that makes 18. I'm sorry ! "

I had to ask, " Now, don't lie to me ! How much did ya'll pay and be honest about it ! "

Bruiser swore, " We gave $ 10 a piece ! That's $200 ! "

I caught that, " That comes to $180 ! Now, I shouldn't do this and normally all sales are final. Well, a satisfied customer means more to me than making a buck. Go ahead and stack them over here. Wait ! Where's the box to that one ? "

Killer hung his head, " I threw it away because I didn't think ..."

I stood firm, " No ! No box, no refund ! "

So, Killer rode back to their clubhouse and fetched it. Yep, I even got them to restack the merchandise, to avoid the restocking fee. Well, while I was playing customer service manager the fuel truck arrived. Remember, the truckstop fella that Ed had called ? Yep, he pumped in a few gallons and even added in the gallon of oil. I settled up with everyone and the bikers showed their appreciation. Yep, they agreed to park my company car over at their clubhouse and keep an eye on it. What a deal ! So, I shook 51 hands, you know, 50 bikers and the fuel guy's. Anyway, I tossed the extra gallon of oil into the sleeper and headed out. Yep, I drove like the wind and only stopped to fill her tanks. By sunrise, I was backed onto that Dallas dock and sawing logs in the bunk. The unloading went off without a hitch and my signed BOL proved it. I was back at TLX before the crack of noon and ready to set somethings straight. You know, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

AT TLX WE PRIDE OURSELVES ON OUR SUPERB CUSTOMER SERVICE. BARNEY GOOSE SAVES THE DAY.

 

Got a Terrible headache ´cause of no coffee today OTR (or then it´s my past with being a boxer and a bike accident..) but reading this and enjoying my first pint of coffee sure helps....

I just had to do the Same as Snazzy did with that electrical equipment load but my load was even more tempting to my countrymen... my load was full of Monnet Cognac...and you know us Finns how we like the hard stuff...especially now when Friday is just around the corner.
What a coincidence...and I don´t know it the fromer driver has tried to pull a fast one yet, will know tomorrow thou.

 

Let's see, Mickey is hauling Cognac and is hungover with a terrible headache. Of course, it has to be the former driver's fault if any booze come up missing. Makes since to me. I see that Big Duker quacked Ducks up and posted another great picture. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Ed was on three phones and ignoring me as I sat in his office ready to vent. You know, how you rehearse things over in your mind, before allowing your mouth to express them. Yep, all the way back to Dallas and half of the night I'd chosen my words carefully.

Ed got off his phones, " Barney, glad your back ! How did it go ? "

I was all business, " Ed, we need to talk ! I've been working here for over a year now ! Now, don't take this wrong, but something needs to give. I can recruit all of the Idiots you need and then some ! Is just silly ! "

Ed stood up, " I know what your going say and the answerer is no ! We're not raising the student pay and that's final ! Oh, that was Junior and he wants to talk to us in his office. "

Junior was behind his desk, " Ya'll have seat. How's it going Barney ? "

I sat, " It's the same old crap ! I just got back ...."

Junior was in the know, " Yeah, Ed told me about that and you did real good. Now, here's what I've decided ! Your title will be Chief Recovery Officer. We'll keep you on as a salaried employee and figure out some sort per-diem pay. You'll have full control and final say, about what gets done. Now Barney, I don't want you bothering Ed ! When dispatch notifies you that we have an out of route truck. Well, you handle it ! "

Ed protested, " Wait a minute, Junior ! I've always taken care of that and Barney won't know..."

Junior gave Ed the look, " Ed ! This is for your own good ! Your chasing your tail and handling too much. Hell, your still the best General Manager in the business and just need to realize, that you can't do it all ! "

Ed was Ed, " Well it sounds to me like your mind is made up and that's just fine, but you'll see ! "

So, Ed stormed out of the meeting and left me to deal with Junior. Now, to be honest about it, the whole thing had caught me off guard. Yep, I had a few questions and Junior had all the answers.

Junior paused for Ed to leave, " Barney, I want you to hear me out and see what you think. Ed doesn't know this yet and this is between us. Now, most of it is in the works already. TLX is purchasing two other trucking firms and I'm making our dispatch services into a separate division. What that means is. Well, it just means that we're growing faster than anyone could have ever imagined. Yep, I bet you haven't heard any of the drivers complaining about not getting enough miles lately. "

I lit up, " No ! It's the pay that most of em gripe about and ..."

Junior cut me off, " I know ! I know ! Look, we're doing something right and our drivers will benefit in the long run. Now, stay with me ! When my dad retired and I took over, everyone thought that I was nuts. I invested over a million dollars in our dispatch system alone. That doesn't even count the fleet upgrade and expanding our terminal. Well, I've always known that brokering loads to dispatch is the key to it all. Anyway, my bet paid off. Do you have any idea of how much freight we have to contract out ? "

I was honest, " I didn't know we did. I figured that we just hauled what the dispatchers ....."

Junior butted in, " Hell Barney ! I'm having to contract out more loads than we haul ! That's why our trucks run as many miles that the drivers can handle. Now here's the best part of it ! We can't lose no matter what ! You know, my mom is still CEO of Crook Oil. Our family will never go broke and that's a fact ! If oil prices go thru the roof, well that's fine ! If the economy stays strong, we rake it in trucking. Now, with my freight brokering division and acquiring those other outfits. Well, the sky is the limit. "

I had to ask, " There's one thing that I never understood. Why were you so anxious to go public ? I mean, if you family has so much money ? "

Junior laughed, " Barney ! That's just it ! Why risk our family fortune ? Let the stock holders do it ! Man ! Buy you books and send you to school.."

I piped in, " Oh, I get it ! You just threw money around and showed that TLX was making a killing. Then you went pubic and gained back your investment. Now, if anything happens, I guess you won't be left holding an empty bag. "

Junior looked hurt, " No ! That's not how it works at all ! I still have more money invested than anyone else. If TLX were to ever go under, I'd be the biggest loser. Of course, I have an ace in the hole. "

I agreed, " Yeah, having a rich family sure helps. "

Junior sold me, " Look Barney, all kidding aside. Ed is probably going to end up being my vice president. That means, that I'll need a new G.M, and don't forget ! I'm still going to have to get my own GM's for those other outfits. Now, I know that you've got what it takes ! All you need to do is start paying attention. Spend some time down in the dispatch office, go see what our personnel department does, check out finance, and get an idea of what the shop is up to. The more you learn the better prepared you'll be. I'm really counting on you, so don't let me down. "

So, I sashayed out of Junior's office and decided to head for the Bed and Bug. Yep, I had a lot to think over and some decisions to make. Oh, I knew that what Junior had offered me wasn't going to happen overnight. But still, it was on the horizon and within reach. Yep, if I played my cards right and with a little luck. Yep, the sky was the limit. Oh wait, I don't have a car, it's still in Arkansas. Gees ! I'm standing here like an Idiot ! Quick, sashay over to the shop and act like that's where I was headed. Man, I hope no one saw me. There's Dan, he'll give me a ride. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

OK so GM fits on like a glove--boy some people step in a pile of Tyrone
and come out smelling like a rose.

 

Not bad for an excop with mob and biker connections.
Yes the Sky is the limit...

PS Barney I´m safe... I picked that load of Cognac from the Terminal at daylight in front of everybody so I´m safe Hahaaa...

 

You should have been a writer. You are a wonderful story teller! Thank you for the smile, and the trip down memory lane! Have a blessed weekend and be safe!
Shelly