This is the first in an occasional series on From the Driver’s Seat where we each confess to our denser moments, and share a laugh at each others’ expense. We’ve called it “Driver Fail”. Come on, people – time to own up. None of us are perfect, no matter how much we may like to think we are.
I’ll set the ball rolling with a rather embarrassing driver fail incident of my own from a few years ago, the week after I started a new job.
One evening I pulled up in a favourite spot outside a customer I had often visited with my former company. It was actually strangely comforting to be back in somewhere so familiar. I settled down to sleep, only to be awoken by the call of nature at about 2am.
And he was right. I’d moved out of P19 TEP the previous Friday. Driver fail.
Imagine my horror when I returned to the wagon only to find the doors locked. Both doors. In increasing panic, I rattled the handles so hard the whole cab rocked, to no avail.
It was at this point that the curtain slid aside and the nearside window lowered. A familiar, and thankfully grinning, face appeared and said “You don’t live here any more, Luce. I think you wanna be over there.” It was the relief driver from my old company. And he was right. I’d moved out of P19 TEP the previous Friday. Driver fail.
We’ve all had days like those. The ones where clock-off time just seems so far away. What mortifying driver fail have you made on the job?