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Irresponsible behaviour from a handful of people can give all LGV drivers a bad name, as L Radley discovers.
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The other night I met just the kind of truck driver we all dread being forced to listen to. In the 20 minutes I had to endure his company, I was treated to chapter and verse on how he'd told this bloke this and that bloke that, blocked gates and generally thrown his weight about in order to "get the job done".
He eventually left me in peace after I told him that his attitude towards customers' staff was probably the reason why he kept getting treated badly in return. He was like so many others, whining on about how hard done-by we all are without stopping to think about how they and their actions look from the outside.
Then there was the bloke I saw on the M4 'effing and jeffing' over a car driver who dared to want to go slower than he did while I was in the middle lane so he couldn't swerve out. This was compounded by the fact he was holding his door shut with a bit of baler twine trapped in the window and tied around his wrist. causing the door to flap every time he raised his fist.
And let's not leave out the guy in the Scania on the M62 who had his curtains drawn so far across his windows that he couldn't judge the amount of space in front of him, causing me to slam the anchors on to let him out. He did, at least, have the grace to hold his hand up and grin in apology when I passed him by. Shame he didn't think to draw the curtain to do it, preferring instead to turn his head on a 130-degree angle to peer out from underneath.
Sadly, such behaviour is no longer down to a few bad apples, but seems to have infected 90% of the industry. That's why I'm following the lead of a friend and no longer admitting to being a driver. If anyone asks, I'm a painter and decorator who's staying in digs down the road while I finish a job in town.