A Trucker on Spring Break
“What do you mean they sent me to the wrong place?” I said in anger. “They shipper accidentally gave you the wrong load. You were supposed to go to Charlotte, not Miami” my agent said, obviously scared of me. “Well you need to tell them I expect to be paid for my trip down here, the layover, and wherever they decide to send me. I am running a business, not a charity.” “Just sit tight and I’ll see what I can do.” I hung up, clearly in anger. I had just spent a week pulling a load from Oregon to Miami. I have already been sitting at the Pilot Truck stop for four days trying to get this load sorted out. I had had it, I needed to get out of the truck. I was …