Was this a bad day?
Things were going so good, for months on end, that I knew this day would have to arrive. Heck, on Monday, I was out in the lower half of western Pennsylvania on a ten-drop mission. It was young in the day, my third stop, when I heard a terrible hissing from the space in between truck and trailer. An airline had sprung a leak, less than a favorable situation for someone as mechanically backward such as me. For some reason, it didn’t faze me. I called our shop, who called road service while I went about devouring some of my Wife’s delicious homemade chili. If anything, I found my predicament nothing more than good timing. I was hungry, almost always am. I spend much of my waking hours somewhere in between starving and passing out from malnourishment. I guess I probably should have been worried that I would never get the remaining seven stops off that day. I wasn’t, and I did anyway. Road service showed up in record time, and I was on my way in less than an hour and one half. ...