Says the female goods in clarke at Morrisons Wakefield yesterday. Your behind her. (You hand your paperwork and gatepass in and find out who your after, then you go and see if you can use the canteen without being turfed out as drivers arn’t supposed to use it. Never stopped me though).
Yep, okey dokey, what’s her reg no?
You don’t need one, it’s the girl .
So I go for a scout round. Their’s six, that is a grand total of 6 lady drivers on the RDC waiting to tip - one in an Irish wagon and one in a foreign truck. So I explain what’s happening to each and every one and the seven of us troop back to the goods in office.
I speak to said clarke who looked a little noneplussed to find me and my harem in the little office .
So which one of these ladies am I behind then?
Goods in (GI) gives me a quizzical look and says: “Were did you find all them?”
The phrase blood, stone and dipstick re reg no’s spring to mind here .
Me: “Standing on street corners, waiting for buses. Where do you think?” Genereal laughter ensues. I’m getting a little teed off now as you can tell and am being given knowing looks and rolled eyes by the rest of the office staff so I decide to do the stroppy driver bit for everyone’s benefit.
Look luv, I don’t know what you think your playing at or if your just trying to wind me up. I havn’ t spat my dummy yet today but I’m getting right close to it. Just give me the reg no that’s in front of me and we’ll leave it at that before you really try my patience (the rest of the office have an expectant look on their face by now).
GI: It’s the Tunderman’s wagon. I can’t read her writing but it’s the Irish Wagon. Irish lass chips in with that’s me then.
I leave the lady drivers having at GI with some telling comments about intellegence.
Having caused an upset and knowing that’ve I’ve given a dipstick a hard time, I amble back to my cab and await my tip.
Just goes to show the attitude pravelent among the industry thought, even within the femal side