Reet lads n lassies when i walk into a pub, hotel, travellers lodge etc i “DO” want them to know i’m a professional trucker, so what is it to tell them that?, the gloves hanging out the back pocket…
Flip flops
Stained white/grey vest
Trakkie bottoms
Boots tracksuit bottoms a high viz with the remains of yesterday’s breakfast and a Bluetooth headset worn at all times seems a popular look these days.
Or you could pretend to be eastern European with flip flops socks that were White about six months ago shell suit bottoms and a grubby wife beater vest that was White last Xmas. Boddyodour that could fell a horse and breath that smells like you live on raw onions and garlic can be added to complete the look.
Of course both of these are stereotypical generalisations and not meant to offend anyone here who sports these looks.
Boots tracksuit bottoms a high viz with the remains of yesterday’s breakfast and a Bluetooth headset worn at all times seems a popular look these days.
Or you could pretend to be eastern European with flip flops socks that were White about six months ago shell suit bottoms and a grubby wife beater vest that was White last Xmas. Boddyodour that could fell a horse and breath that smells like you live on raw onions and garlic can be added to complete the look.
Of course both of these are stereotypical generalisations and not meant to offend anyone here who sports these looks.
Well just walk up to the bar,reception or whatever and start ■■■■■■ and blinding at the top of your voice particularly if there are women present,they’ll soon suss what you are.
Filthy T shirt with deeply embedded food stains, even filthier hi viz, minging overall trousers with huge gut overhanging held back by 50" belt on its last hole, rigger boots, keys on a chain, baseball cap, bluetooth earpiece permanently wedged in lug hole like some secret agent needing to be on call to save the world.
Crikey, nearly forgot, at least 6" of hairy arse crack should be displayed when you bend down to lift up your Adidas sports bag.
The inabilty to use the words please, thankyou or sorry and proudly displaying years of honed to perfection skills of no manners whatsoever should confirm for anyone who might have missed the vital clues, calling the female receptionist ‘love’ or sometimes ‘darlin’ helps.
Just walk into the Travelodge reception, yank your pants open and have a ■■■■■ up against the desk, she’ll soon work out that you’re a truck driver. 
Or start casually telling her about some chalk, tesco and the police… 
Wage slip saying you worked 70 hours last week for £398…
Dead giveaway… 
Or it could mean you’ve got a long paper round…
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rearaxle:
the gloves hanging out the back pocket…
I’m sure that means something else…exactly what I can’t rember
Personally, I walk in like i own the place, in my nicely ironed green shirt and school trousers. Polish my company logo’d belt buckle, adjust my company cap and stand at the reception counter for twenty minutes waiting to be noticed. (any green boys on here will get that bit)
Then tell em I was on the TV and i should be treated like the famous diesel gypsy i am.
I always stay in the new joint owned supermarket chain of hotels. You get the third degree by a security guard at the entrance, if you try to book in more than 2 minutes early, you are told to come back later, you get loads of health & safety leaflets to read. The receptionist speaks in grunts, you have to leave your keys at reception, the room has no air con and smells of stale sweat, and the bed has half the stuffing sticking out of a rip in the top.
The tea and coffee making facilities don’t work, or if they do, there is no coffee/tea/sugar/water, the mini bar is empty apart from an old packet of prawn cocktail crisps, the restaurant is out of bounds to all but the staff, the TV is stuck on Sky sports 24/7, the walls are so thin, there is a constant noise from the rooms around you as well as havinga piped radio station of truckers telling old myths which you can’t turn off. The toilet smells, there is no shower, the hot tap burns your skin off, the cold sprays so hard it covers your trousers making you look like you ■■■■■■ yourself!
Your alarm call will always be 2 hours later than you want,your not allowed to leave your room, and can’t check out until the staff call your room number and throw the keys at you. you are searched at the exit in case you have taken the soap and towels, both of which were not in your room to start with.
Sheer Luxury!
Harry Monk:
Just walk into the Travelodge reception, yank your pants open and have a ■■■■■ up against the desk, she’ll soon work out that you’re a truck driver.
rearaxle:
Reet lads n lassies when i walk into a pub, hotel, travellers lodge etc i “DO” want them to know i’m a professional trucker, so what is it to tell them that?, the gloves hanging out the back pocket…
Last time i did that i got a sore arrse
James Bateman2:
Harry Monk:
Just walk into the Travelodge reception, yank your pants open and have a ■■■■■ up against the desk, she’ll soon work out that you’re a truck driver.
Like it 
lilysgranpa:
Personally, I walk in like i own the place, in my nicely ironed green shirt and school trousers. Polish my company logo’d belt buckle, adjust my company cap
Always good for moonlighting at Christmas time in local shopping centre in the grotto