I heard this last week.

Maybe thats were the old adage of

Its better to be p---ed off than on.....​

Poor hubby.........bet he laughs about that when the wife is not around.

 

I almost got nailed with a "drive by" one a two-lane highway in Alberta. I was driving with my window down when a bull hauler was coming from the opposite direction. I didn't even think about until I saw some liquid coming from the trailer. It took about a half-second to process that information and then I figured I better roll up my window ... fast. Sure enough, as he went by the side of my truck got soaked.

 

had a co driver that claimed he had some new hot shot chicken coop officer red light him him as his drives were rolling over the scale sloshed all the cow water to the nose green light him and then pulled him in for over weight and an inspection and as he was crawling underneath he caught a cow pie to the back of the head promply stood up sending it down the inside back of his jump suit and the officer lost his cool about it right as the officers supervier was coming down the ramp

 

Now that's funny

 

Real funny, I'd rather be peed on than pood on.

 

I once worked with a new guy, who as he drove loved to hang just back of and to the side of any rig he could for the shade when it was too hot out for him and he felt the need to cool off. He was also on the cheap side so he never got his AC fixed after it broke in his reliable but truly rustbucket of a pickup truck, keeping the windows down as much as possible when it was hot out.

Having lived in livestock country when I was younger I knew better than to get that close to anything hauling livestock and especially a load of cattle. After seeing him play tagalong a couple of times I warned him about his habit of doing that and said to watch what the critter loads might be unloading when he passed or got too close but apparently he
had to learn the hard way and that he soon did.

The day came when we had to convoy up to Bakersfield from the Antelope Valley with him going along to help load a backhaul for the return trip and he ran ahead of us in his pickup while my helper and I were close behind in a flatbed with a load of ceramics. We got over the Grapevine and were on the Bakersfield side when he pulled up to a cattle trailer and began to move into the shade.

I quickly got on the CB to try and convince him to keep safely on back but instead he started cussing at me on the radio and then got worked up about it when I kept at him for a minute. He shut off his CB and then started going off something serious, flipping me off as he looked back now and then. This got my helper and I to laughing and must have pushed him to the edge as he was close enough to see that we were amused by his actions.

He finally got so upset that he rolled his driver's side window down all the way and started leaning way out to yell at and flip us off some more, not a smart move on his part. Well, about the 5th time he popped out and was facing back to yell at us he passed completely into the shade and that was right when a thick brown cloud came flying out and topcoated both him and his pickup truck. He then made the mistake of leaning farther out and looking forward to see what had hit him, just in time for another bovine bomb to get him square in the face.

After that the pickup rocketed forward and we did not see him again until we spotted him way over on the shoulder several miles up the highway, once we had stopped laughing long enough to see if we could find him and offer him some help. I pulled onto the shoulder about 600 feet behind where he was stopped, slowed to a crawl and laid on the airhorn to get his attention. He took one look at us, then literally dived into the back of his pickup and began digging for something.

I took that as a definitive sign that we were not welcome to join him just then and got moving faster and back into traffic before we passed him completely. We were about a truck length past him when he popped back up and began swinging a length of chain around while simultaneously trying to jump out of the pickup bed. Instead he fell out onto the shoulder
onto his backside and it was then we knew for sure we were not welcome at the party and hauled on up the road.

We got off a few exits up and tucked in behind some buildings and waited until he rolled on by about 5 minutes after us. No too much later he came back going the other way so we hightailed it to the receiver and got the rig parked and checked in just in time to see him getting stopped by their security from entering the property. I went on in and called our boss, told him everything that had gone on and was told to stay with the load and to let him handle it.

When I came out the new guy was standing there in the sun on the other side of the fence and looking about as miserable as could be expected. I convinced the receiver to let him use a hose to clean up a bit and sent over a spare pair of coveralls and a shirt from my bag so he could at least change. After that I went back to the load and when we left a few hours later he was long gone, after getting a call from our boss and some serious efforts at convincing him to just go home.

He quit that same night and I paid for my part in the whole affair with having to hand load and unload the backhaul but it was worth it. I learned to be more sensible and to let it go if someone seemed determined to ignore a warning and repsect others more. The last I heard he was in Yuma pulling produce loads and safely away from the Los Angeles area and me, the guy who some would say brought down on him more crap than he could handle.

 

He he, while we're talking about manure, anyone with a background in dairy know why one shouldn't stand/walk less than 15' behind a cow?

Shhh, don't give it away! Let the ignorant find out the hard way!

 

Oh, I could definitely answer that one! I grew up on a dairy farm.

 

Thats just to funny,, i worked with a guy that his brother was a livestock hauler, he had gotten a brand new trailer and had to haul a load of buffalo to wyoming. That was his first time ever hauling buffalo. The office didnt tell him about dropping his trailer where he was to unload open the door and leave till morning. When he did open the door the buffalo simply stared at him and stayed put, so he then went and got his hot shot and gave it to a couple of the buffalo, with in 5 to fifteen minutes his brand new aluminum trailer was destroyed. At least after that he knew what to do.