I was ready to rumble today. Had this flipping huge tanning bed to deliver to a salon. The little hottie inside brought her boyfriend to help move it but I told him to stand back. That boy looked like a freight cuck as his woman was in awe as I sweated up my muscles to get that piece of freight off the pallet, turned through the door sideways. I sure didn't care, brought my handtruck and pallet jack tag teamed them on both ends and scooted the freight down the hall. By then I could tell the hottie knew I was much more alpha than her pathetic loser bf. I said look, there you go I ain't taking no trash from this delivery you got to clean it up boy. Called his woman over and she happily signed the handheld, I done tell ya what she'd give me her number if that loser bf of hers weren't there.
No line driver ever going to tell a days work like that. Most hardest day for a flunkie road driver is them getting the dolly stuck in a pot hole.
Who needs gym membership when I slam 20-30k lbs of freight every day while making my company good money on inside delivery charges. Now you guys have a look into my life and know why I'll never value the lazy line drivers.