Wisconsin.
Headed back to the yard with a mostly empty Peroxide trailer.
Had a Peroxide delivery in Cleveland on Saturday at Clean Harbors.
DID YOU KNOW...basically EVERY friggin interstate inside the 480 in Cleveland is HazMat Prohibited?
Yeah, there's a pucker factor for ya. BOL with the address on it or not, I don't wanna be a a Non Haz route with Haz, period.
Besides, what are they afraid of my peroxide setting the Cuyahoga river on fire AGAIN? (look it up, younguns, it happened)
Anyway, I had the middle of the week off last week, so while I'm at my sons flag football game, my dispatcher is texting me my dispatch.
"Peroxide tomorrow, to Ohio. Deliver Saturday by 10am"
"Okay, where in Ohio, makes a difference on departure time."
"Cincinnati. Delivers to Clean Harbors."
"Ok, I'll be at the yard at 8am."
I get to the yard Friday morning at 8. Loads loaded, but not final scaled, or tested after being trans-loaded into our trailer from the rail car. Local drivers dad died last night, and he's not in. Judging by how old the local scale driver is, his dad must have been
@Blood 's age. Holy crap.
Paperworks not ready, etc.
So I get the paperwork, scale the load myself using one of the day cabs (the net weight is really the only number needing to be accurate anyway, so when I hook my truck to this trailer, it's still all good) and the address on the BOL says...
2900 Rockerfeller Ave
CLEVELAND, OH.
Not exactly Cincinnati, but at last its the same state.
Jesus Christ this guy...
Anyway, I set out, and bust ass on a Friday through Milwaukee and Chicago, and park outside the customer in Cleveland. Not Cincy. Take my 10 right there in their "Parking lot that they always park trucks in" - which is a dirt pulloff. I go through the gate about 830am local time, and start delivering into their tank.
I BARELY squeeze the entire load into this tank.
In fact, at one point I stopped the unload, and had a guy come look at it to see if the remaining 200 gallons or so was going to fit.
He says, "Yeah, it should fit, but that's why I wanted this stuff between 10 and noon. Im using it inside, and planned on having just enough room for your 2200 gallons around 10 -11am."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I was told several times, 10am delivery MAX. I figured since it was Saturday you guys had limited hours, and that kinda made sense to me when my dispatcher told me that."
"Naaah, man, I sent emails and all kinds of shit. All week back and forth. 10-12noon is when I wanted this."
"Un fucking believable, this guy is."
At that point, I realized I'd pretty much totally lost it, and was being as profane as my natural self on customer property. I paused, recovered, apologized, and we finished the unload.
I could have taken my 10 out on the Green Stamp, had a nice 4.00 cup of starbucks to enjoy on the way in, but no. Mr. Stupendous strikes again.