I remember my Dispatcher rushing me out to the trailer for pick-up in the yard for a "hot load" with storm clouds brewing in the west of Memphis at the trerminal...
"hurry up"
"Why- I gotta do my pre-trip you know"
"They need it"
"Well they ain't gonna' get it if I'm at a Scalehouse held-up because of your insistence..."
"Can you do it?"
"Yes"
"I can take it back and give it to someone else"
"If you do then they will have a pre-trip also - I'm already 5-minutes ahead of you on this one - you want to stay on or should I let you go? There's rain commin...I can hear thunder - if you drag this out I will have to wait this one out in the yard"
Thats' pretty much the juxt of the mess I had that day...
That was May 22nd 2011 - about 4PM in Memphis...
Mt Vernon got spared some of it's wrath, but Joplin got the brunt of it...
I know, It may sound terrible, and it is a horrible event, but it taught me about Memphis and that area and why I miss it so much - there's a brotherhood or kindness or a love of a neighbor whom cares for you (you figure out how it comes together I just KNOW it's there). You may leave it, but it never leaves you.
I was at the Pilot just 1 -1/2 months earlier in Joplin getting hit on by a guy on the radio that wanted me to switch to their carrier. And there was still snow on the ground there.