I had a night leisurely start this morning, tipping Goole at 9am, having got down there the night before. So I was disappointed (on ringing in empty) to be told “You’re reloading Brid, start heading and I’ll text you the details” - the Goole/Bridlington road (A614) isn’t a good road to be paid mileage on…
…“Never mind” I think to myself, “Since the miles are knackered for the day I’ll just sit back and enjoy the countryside”…
It was quite a pleasant day, although somewhat humid - not a problem, I have air-con and climate control.
(sorry…totally irrelevant to the story, but it’s the first year I’ve been able to say that, so indulge me…
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About an hour and a half later I arrive on the outskirts of Brid with still no sign of a text, so it’s phone the office time. Now bear in mind, if you will, that our Transport Manager has the telephone manner of a disgruntled rottweiler at the best of times - but she’s extremely good at her job, so we live with it. It’s not personal, you soon get used to it. She’s also very rarely wrong, and she knows it. ![]()
The phonecall went something like this:
“I’m on the edge of Brid, can I have an address please?”
“You’ve been to our customer in Brid before.”
“I haven’t”
“You have, several times”
No, I haven’t. Or certainly no more than once, and that was a year ago, within my first few weeks on here
“Oh”
Sounds of stomping across the office and rifling through filing cabinets to dig the offending details out.
Stroppy tone - “You’ve definately been there loads of times, but never mind…Taylor Barnard…”
Ker-ching! The penny drops. That’s the first line of the address of a regular (very regular…I’ve been going there for over 2 years in both this job and my previous one) customer…who is most definately not anywhere near Bridlington. ![]()
“[zb]”
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What’s the matter?
"I misheard you, I thought you said Brid!!!
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To cut a long story short, I should have been in Brigg…the opposite direction completely!!!
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I never got there…they’re one of our few punters who refuse if you’re more than half an hour late…I came back empty. NOT a popular bunny.
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Thank god I’m on holiday for a fortnight, hopefully she’ll have forgotten by then…else it’s “punishment duties” (low mileage work to all the dodgy long tips) for me for the foreseeable future…
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Ps. In between heading back towards Brigg and being told the job was cancelled I had another call from another lass in the office asking what time I’d be in Hereford
…my poor heart has never worked so hard!!!
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