Dan would always bitch (not complain--BITCH) about the trucking industry. How his time was eaten by slow "lumpers" (guys who load and unload a truck), how he had to pay for load tickets (truck loaded improperly for weight per axle), how he had to run over his time limits to make deliveries. How he missed concerts and performances, graduations, and birthdays. All of it.
He often threatened to leave the truck and mail in the keys when he was so very, very frustrated.
I thought I understood where he was coming from, that I had a good handle on his day-to-day life.
Take a look at what he was talking about: (Jed sent me this and I bless him for it)
That was Dan's story. That was his life.
Please...Remember how your food gets to that grocery store, how your computer got to you, how the chair you sit in came to you. It comes by truck. Driven by a trucker. Who just wants to make a living and see his sister once in a while.
Don't flip him/her off. Give them a wave. And give them room.