I met a real A-Hole yesterday.

I was in Richland Center, Wisconsin yesterday at a creamery picking up a load of frozen butter.
It is an heavy load, about 43000lbs and the shipper loaded my trailer a "little" wrong.
The trailer is a 48ft with a 10 ft spread.
When I pulled out of the dock, I saw there was about 6-7 feet left in the back.
I was always told that for heavy loads, you load a 53ft like it a 48ft. But you don't load a 48ft like if it is a pup.
And in my truck, I have on board Axle Load gauges and it was showing 37000lbs on my drive axles.
So I went back inside to nicely tell him and ask him if could reload it properly.
At that point, he has (in my mind) 2 options.
Accept and reload it or,
Refuse and have me go to a certified scale, come back and make him unload and reload properly.

But he chose option #3.
He freaked out at me.
Yelling at me that he's been doing that for 2 year without any problems ever.
(I have been pulling trls for almost 10 years but that didn't count yesterday.)
Without raising my voice, I tried to explain to him that I have gauges telling me it was not right and that I had a 10ft spread on the trailer and he could put 40000 on the back but he yelled at me to #### and go :censor wait in my :censor truck.
I said OK and went back to my truck and called my boss to let him know of the situation.

Once the trailer reloaded (and barely legal), somebody else came to tell me I was OK to go.
I asked that person for their fax number so I could later fax them my Certified scale ticket to show them I wasn't BSing them and the A-Hole came out asking why I wanted to do that and again, I tried to explain how I knew I was heavy on my drives and I wanted to show him I wasn't lying.

And he started to flip out once more.
Then he said he wasn't pissed at me.
Mind you, up to that point, I had not raise my voice yet but when he said that, I had to call him out on it (maybe a little loudly) and that really set him off.
At that moment, I was sitting in the truck with my door open and he was screaming that he never wanted to see me again there and that there was millions of...
And I closed my truck door and I watched him screaming at me but couldn't hear him.

Then maybe I was a prick too. When I saw that he stopped yelling, I opened the door again and said: "What did you say? I didn't hear you."
As soon as his mouth opened to start yelling again, I just slammed the door shut again and look at him, smiling.
I saw him thinking about grabbing the door handle to beat me up but (thankfully) didn't (dare).

Then I put it in gear and left.
I called my Boss again, telling him what just happened and had a laugh about it.

 

That's what I was thinking. Most people I've met in Wisconsin has been friendly. I guess I met the one exception.

I knew I was over because of my on-board gauge and he started to freak out when I asked where the nearest scale was.
I did scale it at the 1st certified scale on my way. It was 88 miles away.

And there will not be a next time there. Maybe he will forget about me but I wont.