Had the misfortune of an rdc on Wed morning,.Brakes at Newhouse.
I’ll just start by saying I ain’t some Covid neurotic type still.wearing a mask,.with a bottle of sanitizer hanging around my neck, …but.
Went in there, it was a small waiting room about the same area as 3 khazi cubicles,.4 guys sat down and about 3 stood up drinking coffee.
First thing to meet you is a sign saying along the lines of…Drivers to hand keys in and stay in waiting room.
Anyhow walked up to the glass partition,.handed my keys in to the girl behind the counter (lovely arse btw ) she opened up a plastic bag being very careful not to touch my keys, folded the bag and put them away.
I thought…oh yeh , Don’t you be letting the great unwashed breathe on you under the glass partition, and don’t be touching my infected keys, but then just expect me to sit in a small confined space, with a few random strangers sat on top of each other, because we don’t matter as much as you lot.
One rule for them and one for us drivers.
First instinct was to gob off, or at least politely put my point of view forward, but I thought why tf should I be a spokesman for a load of strangers who clearly don’t mind or gaf about being made a difference of, so I slinked back to my cab and got on the bunk out of sight until tipped.
Thinking ‘■■■■ em’.
As I said,.I ain’t a Covid bottler, I’ve had it and it ain’t nice, but if I’m going to get it again, which I undoubtedly will being winter etc, it will be a result of me doing something of MY choice, …a crowded pub for instance (me and Mrs have seats booked Monday for 2 England and Holland games btw
) and not because some ■■■■ thinks that it’s fine to ‘protect’ their staff, but to hell with a few random drivers.
Anyhow. that is my take on it, what about you lot?