Anyone purposely leave there team mate behind

I told my husband I won't go on the road with him for fear of wanting to stop one to many times and him just leaving me (in jest of course...or not....eeek).
Just kinda pushing this up, I wanna hear about the trailer one too lol

 

I grew up with a guy who became a bus driver for Greyhound. He told me once this unruly passenger pissed him off so much he picked him up and put him in with the luggage LOL... Neelless to say that after that, and some other stunts he pulled like going to the house and eating while he left the passengers to sit on the bus. Well he was fired..

 

When I was training rookies, I had a few doozies, but only kicked one out of the truck away from a terminal.
Dude dressed like a...well... a dude, fancy black Resistol hat, shirt right out of a CMT video, and boots that didn't look they'd ever done a day's work. I soon found out why.
But first, I was a regular at a few truck stops and a roadside cafe, where a few purty and friendly gals worked. I'd stop and chat for a while, have a bite, and leave a decent tip. One shined boots at a truckstop in Tulsa, and she got a little red in the face when my wannabe-George-Strait just sat there on one of her chairs, staring down her blouse.
On that trip, I was asked a couple times *never* to bring him in again. I had no idea what he tried to pull, but I know it wasn't popular with the ladies I'd gotten along with fine til then.
As for his driving, he could usually make it a couple whole hours before ######## and moaning about getting tired, demanding that we stop and find a hotel for the night.

I'm actually surprised I lasted four days with the guy, during which he drove maybe six hours total. Finally, in Laredo TX, I got so fed up (yeah, he was still complaining about having to sleep in my flat-top Cornbinder) I stopped at a motel and told him "All right. We're getting a room here. Check us in and I'll go park the truck."
"'Bout ###### time." (I agreed with him there, but he didn't know how much)
I handed him his single bag and waited while he went inside.

Then I drove off. I had a load to deliver in Florida, after all. I did call dispatch to let 'em know he'd likely be calling, and they set him up with another trainer (my company allowed for personality differences and would always set a trainee up with another trainer... unless it was a really bad safety problem).
That guy lasted a whole week before kicking the dude out.

I had a few other... interesting students, but this one stands out as he's the only one I was fed up enough to leave in B.F.Texas.

 

Years ago I was leased to an outfit that hired students and had trainers. One day I got a call from dispatch asking me to pick up a trainee at the 76 truckstop west of Houston on I 10...Like an idiot I said I would and headed over there.
When I arrived I parked in the back row and here comes this guy with two duffle bags shuffling across the lot towards my truck. I rolled down my window and I could smell him from about 5 feet away and it wasn't nice...First red flag! I handed him 5 bucks and told him to get a shower before he could get in my truck.

When he got back he was still wearing the same filthy sweats and claimed that he had no clean clothes in his bags...Second red flag! Anyway, He gets in and off we go. After about a mile he pulls out a cigar and jams it in his mouth then reaches over a pushes in the lighter...I pulled the lighter out and explained to him that NO ONE smokes in my truck...EVER!!!

He tells me that we're gonna have a problem then because he doesn't drive unless he can smoke at which point I told him that that would be no problem 'cause driving "my truck" wasn't an option for him.

A half hour or so later he pulls out the cigar again and shoves it in his face and starts to light it with a match...I pulled over on the shoulder and told him to smoke that ###### thing outside! When he got out I chucked his bags out on the ground and drove off leaving him standing on the shoulder of I 10 about 50 miles west of Houston!

A couple of hours later my phone rang and it was a very pissed off dispatcher telling me that I needed to turn aroud and go get him...I said no and I never heard another word about it.

 

You'd think the guy could show at least a little respect for the guy who goes out of his way IN HIS OWN TRUCK to help him out.

I swear, some people...

 

that is funny i would have left him there to espically when he is a slob and nasty like that...but hubby was trainning for a company and he accidently left a student at the truck stop but lucky for him the guy was a friend and just laughed it off after he learned what had happened

 

I left someone once. My DM teamed me up with this guy. I live in STL and he live in Springfield, MO. He was a rookie driver that thought he knew everything there was to trucking cause his brother in law was trucker. Im was/still am a rookie driver, but i could tell most of his stories were BS.
Well, I was driving on day. I picked up a load in Cleavland, TN, and started west to CA. I got to just east of Memphis before my log was over. I pulled over and let him drive. I hop in the sleeper and start listening to my ipod a i go to sleep. I wasnt even asleep yet and I feel him getting off the highway. I peek out the curtain to see whats up. He is pulling into the West Memphis Flying J. Says he needs a cup of coffee. Fuel Islands are empty yet he was passing them up. I asked him what was up. He said he didnt like taking up a spot at an empty fuel island just to get a cup of coffee and was gonna find a spot in an almose full lot. Whatever. Im going to sleep. TWO HOURS LATER, I hear the door slamming shut. I look out the sleeper window and see we are still at the Flying J. I didnt say anything, just went back to sleep. When I woke up, we were sitting in a small truck stop just inside Arkansas. Are you kidding me? In your driving shift you couldnt even clear one state? I went in, pissed and grabbed a coffee and got back to the truck in under 5 minutes. I started driving. Started snowing and got really windy. I pulled into the Flying J in Sayre, OK to check the weather report. Manager called to Amarillo and they said it was good. About 100 miles out I CB traffic started talking about a bad accident on the other side of Amarillo. Figured I would shut her down in Amarillo since we had the extra time. Parked and told him that he would need to be driving by 7am. He said ok and went in the tv room. I went to sleep. 9 am I wake up and see him still sleeping. I was pissed. I got behind the wheel and took off. Made it all the way to Flagstaff in my shift, driving a rig governed at 62 mph. Dont know how I did it. He dropped the load in LA and I drove to the pick up. As I was docking the DM called to see how things were going. I told him the other driver was ####. He said I could drop him off where ever. I had the shift driving thru MO. But he was asleep driving trhu Springfield and I had forgot to stop anyways. Got to the Road Ranger outside STL and told him to get out.
I wasnt gonna do all the driving and let him get the paycheck.

 

My brother wound up with a codriver one time, he was driving a cab over kenworth, well anyway he picks up this driver and they head for california, my brothers driving time was up so he let the codriver take over driving,my brother said they were out in the middle of no where in the desert, and he was in the sleeper alseep, when all of a sudden the codriver slammed on the brakes slideing to a stop. My brother got rolled out of the sleeper, onto the doghouse and almost wound up head first in the passenger side floor. When he finally got sat up in the seat he asked the codriver what the hell was going on, to which the codriver replied there was something in the middle of the road and i didnt want to hit it. My brother got out of the truck and looked all around even under the truck and trailer and found nothing. he then made the codriver get in the passenger seat and let him off at the next available terminal, the codriver was let go and sent home. I wouldnt want a codriver that i didnt personaly know.