the big un:
I was delivering a load of type 1 stone to a site
As per usual i asked the site foreman where he wanted it just down there came the reply.well just down there was a muddy puddle after a great deal of discussion
And being called everything bar a christian i explained i couldnt tip as the ground was soft
The answer came tip it where the (zb) you want then so i did right up against the site office and carpark enterance 30 ton makes a big heap lol
A member once posted a cracking story. He was delivering a load of building blocks. Just as he was about to start craning them off a suit rolls up in a fancy car and parks right where he was going to put the blocks.
Driver asks him politely not park there and explains why. Suit shrugs and walks off.
Love to have seen his face when he came back looking for his car. He wouldn’t even be able to see it, let alone get it out Completely walled in.
Driveroneuk:
A member once posted a cracking story. He was delivering a load of building blocks. Just as he was about to start craning them off a suit rolls up in a fancy car and parks right where he was going to put the blocks.
Driver asks him politely not park there and explains why. Suit shrugs and walks off.
Love to have seen his face when he came back looking for his car. He wouldn’t even be able to see it, let alone get it out Completely walled in.
a few years ago i used to deliver carpet’s to a place in caledonian road near king’s cross, london. this place would only tip you once they had loaded all thier own fitter’s van’s so no delivery’s accepted before 9.30am. the miserable ct on good’s in would not even look at you when unloading you or signing your note’s and conversation was a big no no. anyway one day i am told to be at this place for a 7.00am delivery with carpet’s that needed to be fitted in some hotel that day, based in the north east it meant starting just after midnight so off i trot, i arrived at the warehouse at 6.30am and not long after mister happy rock’s up, i jumped out of the cab and went over to let him know i was there and he does no more than point to the clock without looking or speaking to me, fk you i thought so i lock the cab and walked up to a nearby cafe for breakfast, anyway just had my breakfast put in front of me when the boss of the place i was delivering to came in and ask’s what i’m doing, having my breakfast i reply, “but the good’s you have are urgent and we have paid special transport cost’s to have a guaranteed delivery”, "i know that’s why i have been on the road all night to get here and then am more or less told to fk off by that gorrilla in good’s in pies me off as well. any way this boss then more or less begged me to leave my breakfast and come and put the trailer on the bay and he would be grateful. not wanting to rock the boat with my gaffer i walked back down to the warehouse with this bloke, he got the good’s in bloke to come over give him the dogging of his life while i stood there with a charlie chuckles grin on my face, half an hour later i am tipped and on my way with a crisp £20.00 note of the boss for my inconvenience, RESULT.
BradCarTransporter:
Turned up on a job a few months back to do a skip exchange.
Said skip was buried behind a car and a load of tyres.
Off i went to get the car and tyre shifted, 20 mins later a guy came to move then car, once he did he started to walk off, i asked him what he was going to do about the tyres, his reply was “it’s not my problem”.
Fair enough i thought, so i moved them myself.
As i was about to leave the same guy came back out and said he couldn’t move any of the cars, my reply, " not my problem"
Classic.
When I was on Roll Ons, Numpty’s would often pile rubbish in front of the bin, (even though we told 'em every time not to do it)we would just hook up & pull it through the mess, leaving it all over the place for them to clear up !
They also used to overload the bins (they were 14ft high without a load in) I would tell them that it’s overloaded & they would reply “why” I would have to explain in ‘Childish English’ about Bridges & if anything fell off & landed on a car carrying his Family, he wouldn’t be too happy about it. I wouldn’t even touch the bin & tell them that they will have to rebook the collection after THEY had levelled it. Health & Safety working for me, for once.
My first driving job delivering shoes, no tail lift or it was broken, can’t remember and so every delivery had involved me breaking down the pallets, putting them on the end of the truck where the goods in staff would put them on the floor then we moved them to the store. Anyway one place the young girl refused to pick up a box because of her ‘bad back’. I asked her why does she do the delivery if she can’t lift anything and she said it wasn’t her job to move stuff it was mine (which is true I accept). I said well it’s only my job to deliver to the kerb and every box bounced off the store window, she got right upset and was crying and wailing for me to stop. The firefighters on a stand across the road thought it was hilarious. As did I
went to a building site years ago on a housing development , some prat had blocked the road outside his houe by perking his car in the road , even though he had a drive . knocked on the door and asked politely if it could be moved . the woman said , he’s in bed , he works nights and i’m not disturbing him . i put the brick forks carefully under the car and gently lifted it onto his drive ,sideways .
Delivering plants to the Range store in Cheltenham. A really stroppy woman refused to open the “goods in” gates untill 9am. It was now 8am & I’d been waiting since 7am, I had to be in B’ham by 10am.
So I swung into the customer carpark & unloaded outside the customer entrance, she was very cross…
Rob K:
The nobs at the old Netto RDC at South Elmsall. Self unloading your pallets and putting them higgledy-piggledy so that they’re unable to drive their long reach pallet truck through them gets them rather worked up!
yes…done that one there,when the lazy b+stards,would not empty the lane
rigsby:
went to a building site years ago on a housing development , some prat had blocked the road outside his houe by perking his car in the road , even though he had a drive . knocked on the door and asked politely if it could be moved . the woman said , he’s in bed , he works nights and i’m not disturbing him . i put the brick forks carefully under the car and gently lifted it onto his drive ,sideways .
Not revenge, almost the opposite of an annoying situation having a silver lining, but your story reminded me… I had my way blocked by a car recently, jumped down and did a bit of door knocking, and suprise suprise no one knew whose it was or admitted it. I was about to try the car door on the off chance it was unlocked, and then I saw it, there was a BABY in a car seat in the car.
Went knocking same houses again and this time imediately got told ‘Elaine at number 17’. Went and knocked number 17 and door was opened by (not unattractive) Elaine wearing a dressing gown. “Hi, I think you left your baby in the car…” got an instant shriek, then a quick furtive glance left and right, then the quiet question “are you from social services?”. I pointed out that social sevrices have not sunk low enough to demand hi viz vests yet, and we came to an amiable agreement that if I fetched her forgotten baby, she would let me move her car so it wasn’t 2 feet from the kerb. So I moved the car, went back with the keys and got a shout ‘it’s open’. So I went into the hall and got told, ‘just stick them on the mantelpiece in here, don’t be embarrassed but I’m feeding the baby’. And so she was, with no attempt to cover any of her top half…didn’t know where to look, so stuck the keys down, said ‘very nice meeting you’ (words were failing me!) and tried to not let the pleasant image I’d now got stuck in my mind distract me too much for the rest of the morning! ( name and house number changed to protect the guilty)
rigsby:
went to a building site years ago on a housing development , some prat had blocked the road outside his houe by perking his car in the road , even though he had a drive . knocked on the door and asked politely if it could be moved . the woman said , he’s in bed , he works nights and i’m not disturbing him . i put the brick forks carefully under the car and gently lifted it onto his drive ,sideways .
Not revenge, almost the opposite of an annoying situation having a silver lining, but your story reminded me… I had my way blocked by a car recently, jumped down and did a bit of door knocking, and suprise suprise no one knew whose it was or admitted it. I was about to try the car door on the off chance it was unlocked, and then I saw it, there was a BABY in a car seat in the car.
Went knocking same houses again and this time imediately got told ‘Elaine at number 17’. Went and knocked number 17 and door was opened by (not unattractive) Elaine wearing a dressing gown. “Hi, I think you left your baby in the car…” got an instant shriek, then a quick furtive glance left and right, then the quiet question “are you from social services?”. I pointed out that social sevrices have not sunk low enough to demand hi viz vests yet, and we came to an amiable agreement that if I fetched her forgotten baby, she would let me move her car so it wasn’t 2 feet from the kerb. So I moved the car, went back with the keys and got a shout ‘it’s open’. So I went into the hall and got told, ‘just stick them on the mantelpiece in here, don’t be embarrassed but I’m feeding the baby’. And so she was, with no attempt to cover any of her top half…didn’t know where to look, so stuck the keys down, said ‘very nice meeting you’ (words were failing me!) and tried to not let the pleasant image I’d now got stuck in my mind distract me too much for the rest of the morning! ( name and house number changed to protect the guilty)
th2013:
I went into the hall and got told, ‘just stick them on the mantelpiece in here, don’t be embarrassed but I’m feeding the baby’. And so she was, with no attempt to cover any of her top half…didn’t know where to look, so stuck the keys down, said ‘very nice meeting you’ (words were failing me!) and tried to not let the pleasant image I’d now got stuck in my mind distract me too much for the rest of the morning! ( name and house number changed to protect the guilty)
You never had bitty then■■? LOL
No, for a variety of reasons:
large queue forming behind my lorry, maybe all waiting to visit number 17
‘bitty’ probably counts as ‘other work’ for the tacho and I was rapidly running out of time and seriously behind schedule
parking (well THAT sort of parking!) was non existent in this area
I don’t think my wife of 13 years would have given permission
th2013:
I went into the hall and got told, ‘just stick them on the mantelpiece in here, don’t be embarrassed but I’m feeding the baby’. And so she was, with no attempt to cover any of her top half…didn’t know where to look, so stuck the keys down, said ‘very nice meeting you’ (words were failing me!) and tried to not let the pleasant image I’d now got stuck in my mind distract me too much for the rest of the morning! ( name and house number changed to protect the guilty)
You never had bitty then■■? LOL
No, for a variety of reasons:
large queue forming behind my lorry, maybe all waiting to visit number 17
‘bitty’ probably counts as ‘other work’ for the tacho and I was rapidly running out of time and seriously behind schedule
parking (well THAT sort of parking!) was non existent in this area
I don’t think my wife of 13 years would have given permission
Rob K:
The nobs at the old Netto RDC at South Elmsall. Self unloading your pallets and putting them higgledy-piggledy so that they’re unable to drive their long reach pallet truck through them gets them rather worked up!
every time I went there I did the same used to wind em up no end :lol
When i was on mixers…8 wheeler, carrys 8 mtrs of concrete at a time,ive heard all the bullshine about well we have booked you for an hourand a half its a barrow job…check with office first in some cases it was correct, one day get wots called a domestic delivery…private house, 3 lads sat on the wall 3 barrows… sat on the driveway, one lad says its all got to go round the back, i said youve got half an hour to tip it better get ya finger out…cocky twot replies take as long as we want mate ! oh rite have you booked extra tipping time ? no was the reply, so i ring in , no they havnt booked any extra time and make sure you get the money…cheque first before tipping, so i get the the cheque tell him 30 minutes then its on the floor,ignored again and i keep filling there barrows up, shouts to one oik times up you got any plastic sheets to tip this yes ill get them…very angry look my way,he puts this plastic sheet out on the road baring in mind its a houseing estate small roads…not very wide ,sheet is about 10ft square so i let it go …as they watched the sheet disapear then the road fill up and block it totaly 20 tonnes of conny! washed off and said see ya lads…there faces were a picture as i drove off.
Once I was wading through some narrow streets in London, with cars parked on the both sides of the road. There was lady in the car coming from opposite direction, she just stopped when there was a gap in parked cars on my left, but I could not go pass her with the 18 tonner, so I asked her if she can get there, so I can go past. She said to me “you should learn that in our country we drive on the left, not on the right” (funny thing, I never thought that English people are black and speak with thick french accent) She then added, that I am a proffesional and I should handle it. I told her, that as a proffesional I cannot get past her, and I cannot reverse without assistance, so I will just sit there until she changes her mind. I switched the engine and pulled my book out. She got back to her car and sat there as well saying “she can wait”. I answered “I can wait, too, and I am paid per hour. Being paid for reading a book is my dream job”. She sat there for few minutes, then she got out from her car and demanded me to move as she has to collect her kid from school or something. When she started to abuse me, I just put the radio louder. Soon someone from the queue behind me approached me and asked what is the problem, I explained it to him, and then had several minutes of something like Jeremy Kyle show, when people who got stuck behind me and behind her tried to explain her mistake to her. So then she shifted her car, then some cars had to reverse to the next passing point and I was free to go…
The other story I have, I used to work for the glass company. When I ended our cooperation due to getting back to the university, I wanted to download my digi card, but the guy who was dealing with it was off sick. I spoke to the manager and he told me to just go home. I came back there later, twice, offering my card to be downloaded, and I heard “stop wasting my time”. I knew that they are not the best in keeping records (the tachos were lying in dusty box somewhere in the corner of the warehouse) so I wanted to be OK with them, just in case. But after I heard “stop wasting my time” in very unpleasent way, I decided that three times is enough and never came back…
Some months ago I had a phone call begging me to come to them with my card as they have some VOSA inspection on the way. I politely refused as I was away in London at the time. Soon the very manager called me and, again, in very unpolite way demanded me to come. I told him that I no longer work for him and told him to stop wasting my time then hung up… It was a nice feeling, but it was ever nicer when I heard that their inspection turned out very badly and their operator’s license is now reduced to one truck only
Many years ago I was driving a 7.5t on a tour around the UK, ended up doing on show at a club on Guernsey. I arrived the day before and met the boss of the club, seemed a nice chap. The load in was up a flight of stairs, so I started to load in myself as I had nothing better to do, got chatting with the boss, he was having problems with some of the lighting, so got my tools out and started fixing stuff, I got fed, all seemed to be going well. The next day the band arrived with the crew, I was still busy fixing sound stuff
The band where not entirely happy at some of the backstage facilities or the size of the stage, a bit of shouting started, I just kept to myself fixing things, keeping busy. Just before the punters where let in, it started to go pear shaped. Once the band finished there was to be a disco, not to uncommon, but once the band finished and the crew started to tear down the back line they were stopped, the boss said no way would he allow anyone to work onstage during opening hours, its 23.00 and the club should close at 2.00. Band and crew have an early flight out, so I say I will hang on and pack the back line at 2.00, I have a long day until the ferry goes the next day. Come 2.00 the boss is not happy I am doing the packing up, he wants me out the building, so gets the bouncers to pick anything up and throw it outside, I do my best, but all I can do is try to grab delicate stuff, anyhow I am outside in the carpark, trying to check things are okay in the darkness, I was fuming after all the fixing of his equipment.
THE REVENGE:
8 years later I find myself back on the island, this time with a big act and I am now a lighting designer on a tour. We got our 2 trucks to what I guess is the biggest room they have on the island and set up. At the after show party and the boss of the night club is there, invites the band and crew to his nightclub for the rest of the evening. I told the tale of the last time I was at this club to my lighting crew, they said something should be done. As I had fixed a lot of items in the roof space I knew the way up there, so 4 or us went up there where I cut 10 metres or so off each cable running from the dimmers to the stage lighting system and my tour dimmer guy re-wired the club dimmers, we went back down to the club and enjoyed the free bar. The boss kept looking at me as if he had seen my face before, but never came up to me.
On the one and only time I worked roro skips, I went as training, with the foreman on the job. We set off to B&Q in Worcester on the day after a bank holiday weekend and when we got there the skip was completely buried, loads of cardboard and wrecked pallets all over the place; a lot of the boxes were not even flat.
He got on the phone and we dropped the empty skip and then went for another one. When we got back there must have been almost the entire staff swarming around sorting the mess out. We sat and had our breakfast while they did the work.
Nothing to with driving, but when I was sparkying, I did a lot of work for a couple of housing associations in Cambridge. One day I’d forgotten my ID card, but got given an emergency for a kitchen light not working. I went round, and explained to the guy that I hadn’t got my id, did he want me to come back another time?
No, he wanted it fixed there and then, but felt obliged to let me know that he’d have to report me to the ha. He didn’t want to, obviously, but being very strict on the rules, he didn’t have a choice. He told me this at least 3 times before I even got into the kitchen. He even phoned the ha before I’d got my tools out…!
When I looked at the strip light, I realised that he’d changed the tube, but hasn’t turned it 90 degrees to lock it in place and make the contact. I examined this, then felt obliged to point out that I’d have to let the ha know, as this was a rechargeable job, since he hasn’t fitted the tube correctly. Obviously I didn’t want to, but as he was a stickler for the rules…
I got told not to forget it again, he got a £90 bill!
LOL
