Is it illigal to....

Teach them right and let them interpret how they want. In their defense some of them doors are boogers to open and close. Especially if you work for a ragged out equipment company. Then you have the short rope ones that you can't reach and have to take a dive to the ground while still hanging on. I always closed my doors just to save the hassle of drawing attention. Get in the habit of opening and closing them on a dock and it ain't much of a deal. Too many look for short cuts in all the wrong places. That's how you get the beer belly!

 

I actually thought it was Company Policy at Coke and so forth to just leave them Open..I see them open more than closed in bigger cities.

 

My old boss at Coke was good man but was clueless to any regulations. You do see it but usually in town and away from normal DOT eyes. Drive down the interstate and pull into a scale house and see what happens.

 

Rick, Ill Eagle is a sick bird. Unlawful is against the law! And would you please leave grammer in the nursing home! She is too old to be out in this weather!

It isn't always laziness. Sometimes it is just plain forgetfulness.

A little story here: I was running late on my deliveries. I hit this fly by night "designer" type home store. Typical screwed up operation, they were on COD with all their suppliers because they couldn't or wouldn't pay their bills, they never had anybody there to receive their crap er freight, except a secretary in the office etc. etc. etc.

Anyway, I hit this place, already late. Had to take the stinger off their fork lift and put the forks on to pull my pallets of tile off the truck. After unloading, went in to collect and the broad in the office starts arguing about the amount of the bill. I told her, "fine, I'll just load it back up and your company can then pay a re-delivery charge on it." So she calls her boss who tells her "PAY THE BILL AND QUIT PICKING SCHIDT WITH THE CHICKENS."

So after much more delay while she is rummaging around in her desk looking for her check book which she finally locates in a filing cabinet. . .
Anyway, I'm frustrated beyond all reason, go out and jump in the truck and take off. Several blocks later, a car pulls up beside me at a stop light. The passenger tells me, "Hey man, your back door is open, and you lost a piece of equipment back there!"

Well, I knew what the equipment had to be, and so after closing the door, I go backtrack to my last stop, with my heart in my mouth. I just know that the pallet jack came off, and either went through somebody's windshield, or killed a young mother pushing her baby carriage, or something like that.
NOPE. No sign of any accident. Also, no sign of any pallet jack.

Needless to say I was in deep doo-doo, (and deservedly so,) with my company.