Closet Extremist

Sometimes I HATE being right.

So...I roll on into work this morning (Not knowing where in the world I'll be sent, or what I'll be doing), and wound up getting sent down to Hixson (aka: Chattanooga) TN to unload a "little lift" on the jobsite. Allright. No big whoop. Ford and I head on down there. WE take his shop truck, which is a 1985 model Ford pickup that's getting a little tired. It'll reach interstate speeds if it's in overdrive, going downhill, and has a tailwind. Any uphill grade will bring you quickly down to Grandma speeds if you don't thump that thing down into Drive, and then put your foot in the carburator. The 110 mile trip takes a little longer than you would expect when you're rolling in one of these bad boy's.

We get to the jobsite around 10 or 10:30, and then are informed that the truck is in Bristol, TN and on its way. "It's only an hour behind you" I believe the qoute was. If you study the logistics of the situation, you will find that the trip from Bristol to Hixson generally takes around 4 to 4 1/2 hours to complete. I think someone was misinformed as to the location of the two places. We went to lunch in order to stave off the boredom of waiting for the truck to arrive. Found a nice little Mom and Pop eatery called "Karl's Family Restaurant" and had a really good repast. On the way out of Karl's, it was sprinkling a little rain. I commented something to the effect of: "Watch. As soon as the truck shows up, it'll come aup a Frog Drowner". Went back to the job, and proceeded to kill time in any way possible.

The truck showed up around a quarter after two. A full flatbed semi-truck trailer full. Yeah. The "Little lift" was actually a stage-lift that measures around 16'4" by 12' deep, and has a 10,000 lb capacity. After I borrowed a boom-lift from the contractor and got started unloading, I realized that I was a prophet. I no longer got two palletts of equipment offa that damn truck than the deluge began. It started with just a little rain. Then turned into a little rain with wind. Then transformed into a lot of rain with lightning. Which ended in a near-tornado type situation. Was I drenched? Oh Hell Yes.

When taking a break from all the unloading the truck in the driving rain festivities, I quipped that "It'll probably do this all the way home". Stupid Fucking gift that I have, it did! I turned off the windshield wipers about a half an hour before pulling into the shop. I'm wet,. I'm tired, and I'm a blogger.

Who knew?