Rookie Roader

This is not a story! It’s an experience. What I’m about to share with you is a true story of another person’s real life experience at trucking company. The real names of the people have been changed so don’t go looking for them. Let’s begin.

I was sitting outside on a bench in Dallas, Texas with a few of my classmates. We had just finished orientation and we’re excited to finally get started driving. So to celebrate we all brought a pizza and so drinks and just decided to talk about our crazy stories we had experienced so far with other companies. As we were speaking, a random guy walks up to us. He says “those are some good stories I heard you guys tell. I got one for ya.” He said his name was Jommy and his story would top all of our stories so I said “well let’s hear, uninvited stranger.”He pulls out a cigarette and says “I haven’t smoked in three years…but after what I experienced here; now I need it.” He begins his story.

Man I was out on the road. Excited I just got my CDL and the company got me a trainer. He said his name was Hank and would be training me. Dude was cool, stank a lil bit but I was grateful you know. So we get to the truck and the dude was tripping already. We ain’t even get in the truck yet and he already telling what I can’t do. He said I had to take my shoes off while I’m in the truck. Which I thought was creepy, but I did it because it’s his truck and I didn’t want to disrespect the man. I take off my shoes, get in the truck, and it smell like pure camel butt. OMG it was rancid! The guy had all his dirty brownish yellow underwear hanging on the top bunk. Underwear don’t come in that shade. I was like EWW! He says “eww what?” I said “nothing bruh” so he says “I been in this truck for seven months and I got money to make, so yeah,it ain’t perfect but it’s better than nothing! So get you a towel for your spot on the floor!” I’m like, “why are you yelling? And I’m not sleeping on no floor.” Now we’re off to a bad start. So I asked the guy to move his stuff so I can sleep there. He disgruntly agreed, but at this point I felt like he was going to get worse and all I’m thinking now is; I have to spend two weeks with this guy?

The next day I’m driving and he in the bottom bunk sleep. There’s a leather curtain that closes off the front of cab from the back of the cab (cab is the entire truck). I got my phone set up on the dash so I can answer it and drive at the same time. So I get a FaceTime call from my wife. I answer it. My ask me how things are going so far? Before I could answer, I feel the curtain being ripped open behind me. My wife screams! The trainer is sitting up butt-naked with his legs wide open and yells out “GET OFF THAT PHONE!!!” Now I’m hot (hot is another expression for very angry)! This guy is crazy! I tell him he better get back in that bunk! Man put your clothes on! He didn’t like that, so he grabs the wheel and says “PARK IT!” I start to swerve to the curve. I’m ready to fight now. So we stopped and I get out the truck. Hank jumps out on the passenger side. I’m walking toward him and he walking to my. We meet up and Hank still don’t have any clothes on! We are standing on the side of the road. Cars passing just looking at us. I’m not homophobic but a white man standing in the street booty out chest to chest with another man yelling; this ain’t a good look. My fighting mood was gone. I said “Hank man put your clothes on this is uncomfortable and professional!”Hank yells at me. “Oh yeah, well safe driving supposed to make you uncomfortable, because you’re obviously not used to it!” I’m looking right at him like he can’t be serious. He has completely disregarded that he is standing in front me naked right now. Like it’s a casual Wednesday. This guy is lunatic. I ain’t gonna make it.

(STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO)