Hello, my dears!
It’s going to be in the 70s this weekend. Seriously??
More from Derrick’s story, Truck Me How I Like It, below. Derrick is becoming angrier by the second.
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Another fifteen minutes passed, and the fat fuck on a power trip was still only halfway through unloading the pallets from the flatbed. I sent a quick text to Adrian about the situation, then decided that enough was enough. If the guy didn’t hurry up, I’d miss my last drop of the day because the business would close soon.
I got out of the truck, locked the cab and made my way to the management office, ignoring the smirk on the slob’s face as I passed him. Jesus, did he even shower? I could smell him from fifty feet away.
Just my luck, the manager who’d intercepted my altercation in the past with the slow-ass dude outside was coming out of a back room.
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Read more snippets–all of them fabulous–on FB: