This is a true story that happened to a left handed employee
where I work. This was his second day driving an 18-wheel truck to pick up waste
tires to be recycled.
As I said it was Gerald’s second day working for the tire recycler, one of his
duties is to pick up trailers loaded with old tires from the various landfills
in the area and drop off empty ones. He was given some basic directions to the
Enoree County landfill. The directions do not mention a sharp bend in the road
immediately before the entrance.
Gerald missed the entrance, but saw a place to turn around a couple hundred feet
up. Can you guess how much room a truck tractor and a 53 foot trailer need to
spin 180 degrees? Gerald could not. We are talking the tractor in a five foot
ditch on one side, the trailer back end in a deep ditch on the other, and the
landing gear stuck on the road in the middle. He was stuck- completely and
totally stuck! The time is 12:50pm, this will be important later.
He called the office, called the tow company, informed the sheriff’s office, and
waited. And waited. And waited. Now, as you have probably figured out, the road
is completely blocked. Unless you have a four wheel drive truck with really big
tires you cannot make it though the ditch and around the truck. The tow truck
was called at 12:58pm, by their records.
Now every town has a cut through, that is a road with nothing to slow you down,
that connects the main population areas, and that you don’t hear about until you
have lived there for several years. This road was the county’s cut through. The
locals were not pleased to have their favorite stretch of road blocked. They
yelled, cussed, hand gestured, and such things. Many just shook their heads and
After the second hour of waiting, the tow truck had a ways to go to get to him,
let alone through the traffic jam Gerald had created, Gerald noticed some of the
same people for the second, third or even the fourth time. He decided that they
were showing the accident to their friends, family, and neighbors. At this point
a Department of Transportation road maintenance crew started doing some road
work right at the same spot as the truck. They made it even harder for the
trucks to go around; more hand gestures and ugly words.
By the third hour, Gerald and the road crew were on a first name basis. They had
started waving to the repeat visitors and the more obnoxious drivers. The road
crew was taking a break, leaning against the truck with Gerald, all of them
having a high old good time.
A car drives up. A young man driving. The young man acts upset
and impatient. Gerald tells the boy to turn around, that his car will never make
it through the ditch. The boy thought he was smarter than the man that could not
turn around. He was not smarter. His car gets stuck in the ditch. To which Joe
(did I tell you that Gerald was now friends with the road crew?) asked Gerald,
“Didn’t you tell that boy Not to try that? “Yep. Yep, I did.”
The boy is still pondering his options, when Gerald’s tow
arrives. The tow truck has to move the boy’s car to get Gerald out. The time is
now 3:15pm. Boy’s free, and he did not have to own up to Mom, and it did cost
him a thing. The boy drives off. It takes an hour, but finally Gerald is loose
also. The time is now 4:45pm.
Before Gerald even gets free, an irate female calls, about 3:45pm, asking for
the manager. One of our trucks just jackknifed in front of her son, forcing him
off the road. Larry, the Manager, asks the lady when and where did this happen.
It was possible that another driver had problems, and had not had a chance to
notify us. “Just a few minutes ago on Garner Cayce Rd. next to the landfill. Now
what are you going to do about the car?”
“Did he call the police?”
“No, he had to get home. Just tell me who insures your trucks. And I do not like
“Ma’am, that truck wrecked almost three hours ago. It has not moved since lunch
“Are you calling my son a liar? He has a witness to the whole thing!”
“Ma’am there is no attitude. I am simply giving you the facts. That truck was
not moving at the time your son said he wrecked.”
“I can’t believe you are calling my son and daughter (a.k.a. The Witness) liars.
I can’t believe you are not going to do anything about my son’s car!”
“I’m not calling anyone a liar, but I’m not paying for anything on your son’s
“Well. You WILL hear from my lawyer!”
I would hate to be those children! Who you do you think got in worse trouble,
the one that wrecked and lied or the one that lied to help cover everything up?
I bet neither one had to worry about driving or even sitting for a long time.
And we have yet to hear from her lawyer, two months later.