WOW, after reading all you folks stories, I just THOUGHT I had it bad.
I was on my then-usual route in Dallas, TX suburb. I had 2 paint plants, and 4-5 chemical manufacturers that I went to almost daily. I was trying to navigate morning traffic when another driver called me on the 2-way radio to tell me what he had heard. I made about 3 stops before I could get near a radio. It sounded wild. My 4th stop was one of the paint companies, and I was attempting to pull into their yard. I had my trailer legally placarded with, get this: Flammable Liquid, Non-Flammable Gas, Corrosive and Dangerous. Needless to say they wouldn't let me come in the gate. After a bit of conversation with the dispatcher, I decided to try and make another delivery. By 11:30-ish AM, it was decided that we weren't going to be making any more deliveries. On my 25 mile run back to the terminal, I got pulled over 3 times by different local police wanting to know where I was going and what I was doing with all these chemicals on board.
The funniest (to me) part was 2 days later. If memory serves me correctly, it was now Thursday (as 9/11 was on a Tuesday). I usually didn't have much to deliver on Thursdays, but I still had a lot of freight that we didn't get delivered on the 11th or 12th. I was placarded with Flammable Liquid and Corrosive, but my first stop was to a local Post Office (a pallet of rubber bands). As I was backing into the dock at the Post Office, it looked like someone had set off an Air Raid siren. All these people were running out the back door, trying to get me to stop before coming into their yard. When everyone finally got calmed down, I showed them the Delivery Receipt with what I had for them. (I COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE FACT THAT I WAS PLACARDED, PULLING INTO A FEDERAL PROPERTY.)