Just wondering if I’m becoming Victor Meldrew in my old age, but I’m getting to the point of despair.
Why is it that everywhere I park up, I get a fridge in my earhole?
Doesn’t normally bother me, but in the past few weeks I’ve had a few sleepless nights, that really shouldn’t have been.
Hopwood Park. One Saturday, pulled up, probably 75% empty, but within an hour I had a fridge either side of me, rest of the spaces were still empty.
South Mimms a fortnight ago, for a change, not all that busy, but Mr HSF pulled up next to me, when he there were at least 5 spaces he could have taken down that side (with the other fridges) ■■■■ thing was so loud and knackered, the vibrations were rattling things around in my lockers.
Had to stop at Beaconsfield, and Mr McCafferey must have known how loud his fridge was, as he parked up about 8 spaces away from his trailer.
But to top it all. I had to stop on Birch E/B on Saturday night. Saw 2 reefers parked up near to where the pallet guy plies his trade, so I kept well away, but kept my distance from the filling station, as I needed a good kip. There must have been space for 100 trucks if well parked.
So why on Earth did Mr NFT park so close to me that our mirrors were almost touching. Left his engine running on whatever break he was planning on taking, jumped out of his cab to have a twiddle with his trailer, (never pulled a fridge so I’m not sure of the deal) but that thing was revving it’s knackers off.
Not content with that, he decided to ring his wife/gf/mistress/banana supplier/dealer to with his window a foot down at full volume, was such a funny conversation, I could hear the laughter resonating around my brain.
So on the whole of Birch Services, there were 4 motors, and I’m a moron for asking him why he needed to park up next to me■■?
Or am I just getting old and cynical?