I’ve been working out of a small almost mothballed quarry recently. Access is down a potholed lane with several sharp speed humps. Halfway down are a couple of houses, one occupant is constantly whinging about speeding lorries (15 mph limit but unless you want a broken spring you can’t even reach that) and stands by his gate waving his arms to slow down or sometimes wants you to stop. The stopping request is simply so he can whinge to you. I do drive slowly but he gets annoyed with the typical “creak creak” Daf suspension, and has complained about it to the quarry operator, and the fact I wont stop to speak to him. Rightly or wrongly I always ignore protesters, objectors etc as words can be twisted.
What would others do? Get into a pointless debate or just avoid any conflict?
just politely inform him he was stupid buying a house near a quarry if he dislikes noise and to speak to environmental health.
we have a similar prick in our village, bought a house opposite a pub and constantly complains in the summer about the noise, if it bothers you that much don’t buy a ■■■■■■■ house opposite a pub.
I would not engage, as it’s likely to end up in a row
Ignore.
I used to do a job in Bridgwater and there was no option but to park on a small dead end peice of road outside the pickup point.
Some old bat had a house next to the workshop and would stand outside all day waiting for someone to park there and have a go at them.
The first few times I tried reasoning with her, then one time she attempted to take the keys out of the truck and that’s when I got angry.
Another time she stood in front of the truck in an effort to stop me leaving… So I just reversed out. 
She often called the police and I think one time the police threatened to arrest her for causing a disturbance and wasting thier time.
I often wonder what happens to make these people like it, she must have had a life once, she couldn’t have always been a bitter and twisted trout.
I did a personal effects box 10 years ago on Ashburn Place off the Cromwell Road. No parking suspension due to the incompetent assessor at Sterlings, so the only place big enough for me was the drop off point outside the Bentley hotel on Harrington Gardens. Out came the porter, you can’t park here… ■■■■ off. Out comes a manager, you can’t park here… ■■■■ off. 20 mins later a jam roll pulls up, out steps the female inspector, asks me the crack, I explained so she turned to the hotel bods and told them to ■■■■ off too 
Your best bet here is too take steps to remove the myth that all truckers are knuckle-dragging rapists by simply indulging the obviously lonely bloke in polite conversation perhaps you may get offered tea and biscuits and at a later date be shown some family photos. If your lucky he has an attractive daughter thats partial to some ■■■■.
Heck you could even ask him if he has any female family members that shag and if so whats it like as he has bound to have had a go on em… chuffin nimbies at least when their on a bike we can have a bit of sport with em.
Knock the ■■■■ out.
No seriously, I would simply give the guy a polite wave- example, rather like the pope does in those open top pope mobile things.
Smile,wave back and maybe a cheeky wee thumbs up. Act like a stobbies driver seeing a spotter and thatll ■■■■ him off no end
I dont think that you should engage with the old ■■■■,but if he causes you to stop etc. tell him that you are not authorised to talk to him.
Thinking about it, I had a similar run in with a guy a few years ago.
He had the brass neck to ask me my name, my reply being ‘Clint Eastwood’. He soon got the message.
He told me that he’d be phoning my company, my reply to that being something along the lines of “****ing crack on mate”
Never heard no more about it.
Do not lower yourself to speaking to these idiots. They are normally the kind who see it as perfectly OK for them to rant and rave at you, but the second you say anything in retort he will be straight on the phone to your boss and the account will be suitably embellished to the effect that you swore at him/threatened to knock him out/etc.
This is where our east european collegues have an advantage;
they would be able to tell the ■■■■ to ■■■■ right off.
Gembo:
He told me that he’d be phoning my company
I love this line, always reply with My name is …, The Reg is there, company name an num is on back door, ask for such n such in transport office, ill let them know to expect your call
While doing pallet deliveries around rural Warwickshire in a 26 tonner, I found myself in a village where the best route to my next drop was via a 7½ tonne limit road. I thought about it, but the alternative was a right trek, so I decided to take a chance. The lane was narrow but do-able and I was doing great until I saw a gent in a tweed jacket standing by his front gate with his arm up - STOP!
I rehearsed a little speech about having delivered to some farm and pulled up alongside. All he wanted, was to let me know that there was a diversion ahead, and to suggest a better way. No mention about me being three times over the weight limit.
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When I was on agency, I worked for a waste disposal firm. We were taking bins full of hazardous waste to a hospital incinerator near Heathrow and there was a strict rule that the back of the trailer had to be right into the door while being unloaded. This was tricky because access was tight and there was usually stuff in the way that had to be moved.
There was a housing estate nearby, and some old geezer who sat in an upstairs window with binoculars watching, every time a delivery arrived. If he spotted a bin being handled outside, he was straight on the phone to the council and they would send someone round to issue a ticket.
Of course, they all hated him, but I was in two minds. If they followed the rules, he would get bored and give up, but they kept on trying to push it and ending up paying fines and risking their waste disposal licence.
hes trying to stop and tell you your truck looks ■■■■■ and needs some bling
axletramp:
This is where our east european collegues have an advantage;
they would be able to tell the [zb] to [zb] right off.
nie mówimy po angielsku
peirre:
axletramp:
This is where our east european collegues have an advantage;
they would be able to tell the [zb] to [zb] right off.nie mówimy po angielsku
lol
I deliver/collect at a lot of private houses in my job. Often in rural/village locations. You tend to find the biggest whingers are retired and have sod all better to do with their time. It’s almost like a sport to them.
When they start cranking up, I stare blankly at them,(and let a little bit of spit start to dribble out the corner of my mouth) and point at the phone number on the door of the wagon. 
burnley-si:
hes trying to stop and tell you your truck looks [zb] and needs some bling
It’s got a hand shovel on a bracket behind the cab, does that count?
I’ve always found that just being polite usually sees them off because you aren’t giving them anywhere to go in the conversation. I would probably politely explain that ‘this is the only route out sir, I understand your situation however you really are speaking to the wrong person’ then politely say goodbye, wind the window up and wait until I’m 50 yards away before telling the cab exactly what I think of the small minded codpiece
On no account should you ever tilt your head to one side and say ‘why are you so angry?’
That never ends well…