I get to the old ladies house,she is alone,the village is full of folks waiting to die that cant lift anything heavy for me.I get messed around,she wants her goods dragged up to the garage,about 30 metres,on shingle stones,i said it will be damaged,oh,i dont want that,she pipes up.
I cant leave it in front of her house as will be stolen,and she wants her car parked in that spot,by that time my patience had vanished,she goes inside to ring her local merchant that sold it to her,by that time i am in the lorry driving away,lucky i did no park close to her cottage.I ring my gaffer,he says bring it back,no problem,i think she is still waiting for me.
When i mention to her the goods will be taken back if no assistance is available,she tells me that is so stupid,will she pay my wages when my disc in the vertebrae is slipped,or a muscle tear or what ever,it is only ok when it suits them,bring a 44 tonner in 7.5 ton limit village,they never moan when they are receiving what they want,strange that.!
Toby … It’s always a pleasure to meet someone who drinks more than I do
That’s the trouble with household deliveries. When I used to do multidrop in the west end, I was constantly pointing to the biffa conditions of carriage stamp on the notes, politley asking them to research them, as the condition is delivery takes place at point of entry. If the stairs were inside the door, lucky for me, if they were outside the door, lucky for them
Thats ok Squiddy,the clients always stand at the back of the trailer and never offer any help,sometimes i tell them to go away when i sort the load out,otherwise you will hear their life story and never get anything done,some just go and on.
SPD used to do lots of cellar drops single manned with Martini and other contracts.It was amazing how the licensees were always unable to lift or carry because of back problems especially at the upmarket shops.It must have been a required medical condition!!
Cellar drops with Camerons contract wasbetter as we were doublemanned.One incident sticks in my mind,delivering to a York city centre pub the trap was in the middle of the pavement and blocked the whole footpathwhen it was open.We were busy dropping the kegs and cases down the chute when a very important man stood at the edge of the open trap and demanded we close up so he didn’t have to squeeze past us.
He was so insistant,we just ignored him,he collared a passing policeman and complained threatening us with fire and brimstone,he knew the chief con stable,reported our vehicle to the police,would get us banned from York etc.,etc.We just carried on finished went to get our notes signed.The landlord was in stitches.The guy was a well known York solicitor full of his own importance and had a long time vendetta with the brewery.
Funny you say that,i had a week of customers that had complaints of some sort,a teen age lad that had broken ribs,a lady on her own recovering from a car crash and having rehab on her slipped disc.
y up,used to get some o this when on wi dubois ,backloading screenwash ,one that sticks in my mind was a small saskatchewan town .Anyway got there parked up and went in…10mins later im still standing at counter wi the assistants still talking among thereselfs ,i finally says do you want the 3skids or not …oohhh where are you parked says ■■■■#1 ,i say that 52ft trailor in front o the door …can you not see it!!!
#2 says delivery round back only…sooooo i walk down the lane round the back then back to #2 and say YOU need to move all the cars down the lane …|#2 says see #1 hes the boss …#1 tells me its your problem ,so by now im not happy and start banging on do
ors and low and behold they move the cars…
well i reverse down onto the dock ,open the doors trolley the skids onto the dock ,shut the doors and wait and wait ,finally walk round to the front and say to #1 the skids are on the dock ,sign the line please…#1 you have to open back door and put them in the proper place !!!.
LIKE ■■ I DO im paid to deliver to the trailor back/dock not do your job …#1 dont want them then,me ok istart putting them back on,#2 hands me a phone ,its nisku on the phone ,i explain to the dispatcher whats going on,and lol he says load them up and drop them at next customer…
#2 gets#1 and i tell him what nisku says…#1 driver your band from here ,lol me… get the ■■ out of my trailor youpair of knobs… anyway next time im in nisku(company iloaded at based there) for a backload ,dispatcher tells me ,#1 trys it on with all the drivers and i was the first one to say Noooway…
loads more worse than this with awkward customers but an other time …jimmy.
Worst customer I EVER had was when the yanks were in Upper Heyford. On a flatbed with ropes and sheets I had a load of stereo gear to drop of at the club house but was told by this humungus black lady (?) at the gate that they were planning to hold an exercise as to what to do in the event of a nuclear attack (put your head between ur knees and kiss ur arse goodbye) and as I was on the base I had to comply if the siren sounded.
Sure enough half way through unloading the boxes in the rain and covering up the remainder when carrying some inside the bloody siren goes and my two helper disappeared and shut the door on me. I carried and was leaving the cartons in the porch when three or four military police turned up and asked me what I was doing? Wots it look like you idiot? I was wet, cold and jarred off with the ■■■■■■■ of boxes and I was now being told by some ■■■■■■ yank in ENGLAND that I had, if outside to get underneath the truck untill the all clear sounded to comply with their stupid war games. They might have been a ■■■■ sight bigger than me but I lost me rag and told them where to go! I very roughly handled the rest of their stuff, careful not to damage the cardboard and drove back to the gatehouse, accompanied by the MPs in their jeep.
Big Mama would not sign my notes (still no all clear sounded) so I stayed right on the barrier and gate, the all clear sounded she gave me my notes and a letter for my employer. You can go now she said… Sorry Doris, no can do I now have to take a 45 min break period less the time you wouldn’t open the gate. The letter was one complaining to my employer about my actions, self employed so that must be me then, ■■■■■■■■ to you all I said and threw it out of the cab after reading it while sitting there refusing to move for 25 minutes. Strange though I never went back there again 
i usually find its the older generation that are prepared to help, even if they have no way of lifting the stuff, its the youn ger generation that offer no help what so ever and far more happy to have a cigarette and watch you struggle, so now i just put by the side of the lorry and leave , ive done my bit and deliverd to site as far as im concerned …
Ref:USAF Air bases in the UK,a sure way to commit suicide is to get too close to the perimeter zone where heavily armed troops have orders shoot to kill if you get too close to one their aircaft,shoot now,ask questions later.
raymundo:
Worst customer I EVER had was when the yanks were in Upper Heyford. On a flatbed with ropes and sheets I had a load of stereo gear to drop of at the club house but was told by this humungus black lady (?) at the gate that they were planning to hold an exercise as to what to do in the event of a nuclear attack (put your head between ur knees and kiss ur arse goodbye) and as I was on the base I had to comply if the siren sounded.
Sure enough half way through unloading the boxes in the rain and covering up the remainder when carrying some inside the bloody siren goes and my two helper disappeared and shut the door on me. I carried and was leaving the cartons in the porch when three or four military police turned up and asked me what I was doing? Wots it look like you idiot? I was wet, cold and jarred off with the ■■■■■■■ of boxes and I was now being told by some [zb] yank in ENGLAND that I had, if outside to get underneath the truck untill the all clear sounded to comply with their stupid war games. They might have been a ■■■■ sight bigger than me but I lost me rag and told them where to go! I very roughly handled the rest of their stuff, careful not to damage the cardboard and drove back to the gatehouse, accompanied by the MPs in their jeep.
Big Mama would not sign my notes (still no all clear sounded) so I stayed right on the barrier and gate, the all clear sounded she gave me my notes and a letter for my employer. You can go now she said… Sorry Doris, no can do I now have to take a 45 min break period less the time you wouldn’t open the gate. The letter was one complaining to my employer about my actions, self employed so that must be me then, ■■■■■■■■ to you all I said and threw it out of the cab after reading it while sitting there refusing to move for 25 minutes. Strange though I never went back there again
Another person that suffered the great Upper Heyford 
once delivered to deichman in Liverpool, the slagchavthing that had opened the store refused to help at all in any way, she wanted me to take them through the shop to the store room and then I think put them on the shelves. After a bit of argueing I decided she was a right cow and therefore it was kerb side delivery. Every box bounced off the store window, she wasn’t impressed and the firefighters across the road thought it was hilarious. I went home happy, did have to sign the delivery note myself though.
toby1234abc:
Ref:USAF Air bases in the UK,a sure way to commit suicide is to get too close to the perimeter zone where heavily armed troops have orders shoot to kill if you get too close to one their aircaft,shoot now,ask questions later.
Defo wasn’t like that a few years ago at the Bentwaters and Woodbridge yankeeeeee air bases. Once through the main gate either for the All Ranks Club for a ■■■■ up or even on business like I was as a taxi driver then security was non-existent. You could drive down alongside the main runway and pass the jets parked in the compounds, IIRC you could also use that route as a short cut between the two bases. Also when contracted to the company that did the officers packing when they were going home stateside (yippeeee) could wander everywhere without being approached. Obviously not like that now but they only have themselves to blame for all the world and his mate hating them.
The packing job was ■■■■■■ some of the lazy ■■■■■■■■ would get up from the kitchen table, leaving it full of dirty dishes etc pick up a travel bag or whatever and walk out the door. And that was the way their stuff got packed, dirty dishes dirty clothes from the bedroom and other mysterious objects from there as well, once found some very interesting photos in a bedside cabinet. He was a major and she was a captain, two pervy occifers
I did a week for ikea on class 2, never again 
bubsy06:
I did a week for ikea on class 2, never again
Flat packs, lovely!
Household removals delivering into and loading out Paris. No houses in Paris. all apartments with those tiny 1 or 2 person lifts. The concierge lady giving you agg for blocking the lifts and rude impatient people who are waiting for there furniture.
Once had to deliver a baby grand piano to the horrible, spoiled, rich 20 something female. No thought had been given as to wether the said piano would actually get up the stairs into this girls apartment. All she did was moan at us, cry on the phone to daddy, call us all lazy (zb)s for not trying hard enough etc etc. Lovely way to earn a living
44 Tonne Ton:
bubsy06:
I did a week for ikea on class 2, never againFlat packs, lovely!
I did 11 years on it! Fair enough only 6 driving but that gave me the shoulders to carry the world!