|This one's just to sneak in a little cuteness|
|Minneapolis, November 13, 2010|
|My prediction: It's heading this way...!!!|
Everyday, this job surprises me in some way. Yesterday morning, we started out with a Land O Lakes load that had two (delivery) stops. The first was in East Brunswick, New Jersey, to the East Brunswick Public Schools. You never know, the first time you deliver to a particular stop, what you're gonna find there. In this case, the address we were given took us to an elementary school for a 6:30 a.m. delivery. We got there at 6:15 a.m. to find...an elementary school. No loading dock, no sign of any kind of life whatsoever. Now mind you, we're used to going to places where we back the big rig up to a loading dock of some sort, they drop a dock plate in place and scoot on and off our trailer with a forklift, either loading or unloading pallets of product. So we were a little confused and concerned. The phone number we had didn't help much either, cuz it was for a school district, and guess what? They don't open till 8:00 a.m. I walked across the street to a building that looked like school district offices because I could see school buses starting up and a few signs of life, but there were no overhead doors or loading docks there either. Then Mr. Trucker texted me to come back across the street. The loading party had apparently arrived. It consisted of three men with two regular sized vans. One of the men, the one clearly in charge, I'll call Mr. Cynical. He seemed to think that Mr. Trucker was going to offload their five pallets of stuff for them. Fortunately, he had two other guys with him, one of whom he kept telling NOT to get up into the truck. The other unfortunate young man, the one with all the piercings, got the dubious distinction of going up in the truck, breaking down the pallets and trucking the cases of cheese to the open doorway on a hand truck (dolly), where Mr. Cynical, Mr. Trucker and the other guy carried these 77 cases of cheese sauce and 50 cases of string cheese by hand to the backs of the waiting vans. By the time they had finished, the parents were starting to drop off kids for school, so after a quick trip inside the school to use the bathroom, we got out of the parking lot to make room. Mr. Trucker spotted this sign in the gymnasium, and couldn't resist snapping a photo
|Why Latex? Why not other allergy-producing|
products, like peanuts, or soy?
We left East Brunswick (which appears to be a really cute little town, although when I mentioned this to Mr. Cynical, he shrugged and said "is it?") and headed for our second stop in Jersey City. As I have mentioned in a previous post, I believe New Jersey should be called The Graffiti State (rather than The Garden State). Here are a few lovely examples
|I think Mr. Cynical had a hand in these|
|I love the way "Piscataway" sounds|
|Seriously? The Oranges?|
|Who would name a city Mahwah?|
When we go to Jersey City, we are right down at the docks. This is where all the stuff comes in on ships or goes out on ships and it's really quite interesting
|There are scores of these huge crane-like things for loading|
and unloading big shipping containers
|Here's a ship to be loaded or unloaded|
|And here are stacks and stacks of shipping containers|
This morning we headed for the border (couldn't get out of New Jersey soon enough for me) into Pennsylvania and some more spectacular scenery and fine weather.
|Some sort of orchard|
|Pat Garrett's Sheepskin Shop|
Mr. Trucker was enticed by a Sheepskin Bomber Jacket, which looked very fetching on him, and which Pat Garrett told him was "made for him"
|"It IS my birthday, after all..."|
Well, I'll sign off for today with two final notes:
1) I'd like to get my hands on the sadistic bastard who invented the world's thinnest toilet paper, that tears after you've only gotten two or three squares and then immediately retracts so far up into the casing that you can't get any more to come out...
2) Hey Lil Deb and Katie: Would you believe I'm actually starting to get USED to only brushing my teeth once a day?
Today's (VERY) Silly Sounding Place Name: Aquashicola, PA.