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Monday, March 26, 2007

Tewksbury, MA

So I misdid my hours and did have some available much to my dismay. I don't know why, but at just before 1400 hours, I got a dispatch from York, PA to this place and the load was available since 9 in the morning. We had been sitting around all day waiting for a load. This bothers me for two reasons. 1) as mentioned in aforementioned blog, the truckstops in the Northeast fill up by around four. 2) It gave us just enough time to get there not taking into account traffic or anything of the sort.

Traffic is the thing that got us. On the I-78 East, there was a back up for miles and it wasn't moving a bit. We were thinking an accident that blocked the lanes and needed to be cleared and cleaned up or something to that extent. Not the real reason being that there was construction and it went to one lane for about 8 miles. All that congestion was for the FUCKING MERGE!!! I moved about 10 miles in two and a half hour thanks to that shit.

All the while there's this car full of teens who were having a good time getting out of their cars and doing carwheels between lanes and walking through the lanes and the median and all. Then they got me to honk and cheered. Then they tried to get another trucker to honk and he didn't and they flipped him off. They started harassing other cars and throwing things at people and driving on the shoulder lanes on both sides of the interstate, overheating once.

Then another car this college age kid sits on his window sill and starts making gestures towards other cars. Then other people get out of their car to observe what they can't see or do anything about. One in particular, when traffic started moving a little, kept swerving into the shoulder as to get a glimpse ahead of what could possibly be the deal. Every twenty seconds or so he'd do this. This is all with the same view in sight the entire time, meaning that there's nothing new he could see off in the distance but he keeps trying. Then, at the sign that says, "right lane closed. Merge Left," he goes into the right lane so he can get ahead of the pack.

Needless to say, we were late for this delivery. Coming to this place we encountered the same stopped traffic for miles all for a 10 foot section closed in the right lane.

The good thing that I've noticed is that their public radio stations play good music as opposed to just classical and jazz like every other one in America.

We're stuck here now and waiting for a load.

I'm outs.

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