Here's how the conversation went: Me: (voice wavering) I think I might be in some trouble here. DM: What's going on? Me: I got hauled into the rest area for a roadside. DM: Okaaayy? Me: Well, he did a quick look around my truck and went up in the cab. He found something. DM: Okaaayy?? Me: Well, you remember I had that waiver for my arthritis when I was company? For that medication? DM: What'd he find? Me: I haven't taken the stuff in over two years. I completely forgot I even had it.... DM: Well, what is it?? Me: Vicodin. DM: (voice faltering) What's he saying? Me: Nothing yet. He just put the bottle on his hood. DM: Oh, boy. Well, does it have your name on it? Me: Yeah, but I don't have a waiver for it any more. DM: Ooohhh, boy. Me: Here he comes. He's not looking too happy. DM: Okay. Stay on the line. I'm gonna call.... Me: Hold on a sec. He's giving me something to sign. DM: What's it say? Me: What's the date today? DM: (long, silent pause) ..................... DM: Your next load is going 30 miles with 14 drops. This conversation actually happened...about an hou ago. Happy April 1st, y'all!
