An embarrassing trip

Great story!! My husband and I run Teams and we always do the curtain thing, it really helps!

 

Back when I teamed, we were told that if the truck was stopped, and we got out while the driver wasn't around, we were to leave a pillow in the driver's seat. Kinda hard to miss that. Aside from that it was a hilarious story. Look forward to reading more Gypsy!

 

I started driving in 97. To start out I was sent out with a trainer for 6 weeks. I think it was the 3rd or 4th week we was runing across WY at night he wakes me up to switch over. While hes pulling over I toss on my shirt and shoes and hope out into the passenger seat. Once the truck comes to a stop I hop out to take a wiz, hop back in see that the sleeper curtin is closed, check the left hand mirror its all clear, annnnnnd awwwwway we go!

About an hour later the qualcomm starts beeping. I check it to see "Wheres your trainer?!?!?!". I reply with "In the sleeper" I get "No hes not look!". I cant even begine to describe what I fealt when I pushed the curtin open and saw the empti bunks.

If I recall right he was picked up by a swift driver and though the qualcomms via dispatchers we made arangments on where to meet. What had happed was the curtin closed behind me when I got out of the sleeper. When I jumped out Len did also to check the tie down on the load. So by the time I got back in he was coming around the back of the trailer.

Thank god he was good natured about it and there was meny laughs had about it.

 

Thanks Gypsy, that was fantastic, and hilarious!

 

Don't know why that would upset him..... LOL

 

Thanks for the laugh

 

Back in the winter of 06' I was out with my trainer from Swift. He locked us both out of the truck one day, and we had to do that very thing. THE PROBLEM IS, you have to get a pair of plyers to do it with, and yours are more than likely going to be in the truck. Lucky for us, there was a walmart in walking distance. (in fact, that's where we had just walked back from.) We where parked at a target where we where going to unload the next morning, but they where already closed.
I guess your out of luck if you can't round any pliers up/are in the middle of no where.

 

After reading your story I just had to add mine, hope no one dies from laughter.

When either my hubby or I left the truck while the other was gone, the agreement was to leave the clipboard on the drivers seat. Well that was a great theory, but failed in practice.

We were at a cooler in Arizona, he was out of the truck, and nature called. So I headed out dropped the clipboard on the seat and headed into the drivers building.

While I was in the facilities, he came out and cranked up the truck and left. I came out and just stood there looking out and about for a big bright yellow truck. Guess what not a truck in site.

Here I am, standing in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the clothes on my back. This lady that works there came up to me an asked if I was alright, she had probably seen me jumping up and down cussing the day my honey was born, and what I was gonna do to him when I saw him again.

I explained the problem and asked if I could use the phone, I told here when he got back I would pay for the call. (This is before cell phones were common) I paged his beeper, prayed it would get a signal out in the middle of the Arizona dessert, and that he would be able to find a phone to call me from.

Several hours later the nice lady had supplied me with coffee and lunch and still had not heard anything from the hubby.

 

He finally called back after being several hours down the road. He figured that I wasn't in the truck after he had yelled for me to come take over and I didn't reply. He stopped the truck looked back and realized his mistake.

He called the cooler and asked there was there a lady there that might be a little up-set. The lady that had been helping me and I had been sitting chatting about men. ( No offense to any of the guys here) So I heard the call, he told her to let me know he was on his way back.

He got a good tongue lashing when he finally made it back, and the people that worked there all had a good time, when I stepped out to meet him as he pulled in. Everyone that worked there by this time had found out what had happened. Small place only a dozen or so workers.

And yeah I had forgiven him by the time we got back to the Interstate.