Get out the cab, break into a huge smile and then say “Whoa there - it’s Alan, isn’t it? Bloody hell haven’t seen you in ages, how you getting on these days? Still go down the Legion and see the lads once in a while? Heard about your hernia op - hope it all went OK - I was just talking to Jim the other day about you - see you’re still on with ■■■, nice motor” etc etc. 
Knocks 'em for six every time.
Win-Stone:
So, simple question:You are booked in for a drop at a RDC.
You duly arrive at the booked time, check in etc. etc. etc.
While waiting at the gate you notice another lorry pull up behind you.
The power merchant in the booth tells you to park in (the only free) bay number what-ever.
Pull away from the booth, swing around and reverse onto the bay.
You’ve just put on the handbrake when the driver of the lorry that was behind at the booth screeches to a halt and the driver leaps out of his cab, runs across and you knocks on your door:- he’s in a real hurry – been given run around by MT – can he have your slot, blah, blah, blah.
When you, politely, point out that this is your slot, and he’s not the only driver who has a schedule to stick to, he starts screaming abuse, calling you all the names under the sun and coming up with all sorts of things he’s going to do to you when you get out of the cab.
So… what would you do now?
Pull off the bay let him go on it.Then stitch up the muppet at the gate/booth by telling your guvnor that he’d deliberately let the other truck into the place without an available allocated a bay and told him to use the same one that you’d been allocated and if you refused to move to threaten you with violence.Hopefully your guvnor will then take the required action. 
I’d have ■■■’d myself, and said in a high pitched voice “yeah, you can have my slot mate”.
Ask him “Do you have a phone?”
You need to call someone who gives a $h17…
Keep calm and carry on.
This is an ideal opportunity to take advantage of our EE brethren… I’d just stare looking confused and utter “no English” then get out and walk away. Only problem would be the massive St George’s flag draped above the bed.
As mentioned we all have schedules.
Adonis.:
Get out and ask him to try it. People like that tend to backpeddle rather quickly as soon as they meet someone who won’t take their attempts at bullying.It wasn’t a Langdons driver was it? I’ve had a pretty similar experience with one of them.
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Id get out of the cab, usually guys like this are all mouth but when it comes toe to toe they wont want to know…
Adonis.:
Get out and ask him to try it. People like that tend to backpeddle rather quickly as soon as they meet someone who won’t take their attempts at bullying.It wasn’t a Langdons driver was it? I’ve had a pretty similar experience with one of them.
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Id get out of the cab, usually guys like this are all mouth but when it comes toe to toe they wont want to know…
Get out the cab, if hits - then he hits me…
But then sue the arse off him / his company but making sure it’s all on dash / CCTV camera…
I’m always wary of letting people jump in front & I’d certainly never let anybody do it at an RDC. It can come back to bite you in the arse if there ends up being a complication with their load or the FLTs ■■■■ off on their dinner/shift change/‘health & safety meeting’ afterwards.
I’ll never forget the ‘just one pallet’ 7.5t driver who I let go in front of me at a Bestway once. His one pallet took an hour for them to sort out because it was mixed and had to be broken down etc etc. & then the staff went on their dinner afterwards. I went on the bay when they got back and my 26 pallets of Coke took 20 minutes. 
To answer the OP, it would just have been a straight no.
I would start to cry and ask for my Mum 
I know what i want to say id do but i have one god awful temper especially with mouthy prats in my face that might steer me away from the path of peace.
I’d probably kill myself
Win-Stone:
So, simple question:You are booked in for a drop at a RDC.
You duly arrive at the booked time, check in etc. etc. etc.
While waiting at the gate you notice another lorry pull up behind you.
The power merchant in the booth tells you to park in (the only free) bay number what-ever.
Pull away from the booth, swing around and reverse onto the bay.
You’ve just put on the handbrake when the driver of the lorry that was behind at the booth screeches to a halt and the driver leaps out of his cab, runs across and you knocks on your door:- he’s in a real hurry – been given run around by MT – can he have your slot, blah, blah, blah.
When you, politely, point out that this is your slot, and he’s not the only driver who has a schedule to stick to, he starts screaming abuse, calling you all the names under the sun and coming up with all sorts of things he’s going to do to you when you get out of the cab.
So… what would you do now?
My first port of call would be get out of the cab and start gently kicking the tyres and wandering round adjusting the mirrors and checking the fuel tank cover is tight, generally taking my time while he sits in his cab stewing
The-Snowman:
My first port of call would be get out of the cab and start gently kicking the tyres and wandering round adjusting the mirrors and checking the fuel tank cover is tight, generally taking my time while he sits in his cab stewing
That’s normally my reaction if I’m backing in somewhere off a road and some muppet decides to get on the horn, it’s amazing how many shunts you can take if you really want to, and getting out to check behind a few times too, purely for H&S purposes obviously
So, what did you do?
Driver-Once-More:
So, what did you do?
He followed my advice…
Tell him : My dad is bigger than your dad…ha ha …i would ignore muppets like that…lock the cab, take the paperwork in, grab a coffee…
Driver-Once-More:
So, what did you do?
I got out of the cab.
I stand over 6’ 8" and tip the scales at about 20 stone.
As my feet touched the ground he looked up – looked further up – then whimpered and ran off back to his own cab.
A classic case of all mouth – no balls.
Win-Stone:
Driver-Once-More:
So, what did you do?I got out of the cab.
I stand over 6’ 8" and tip the scales at about 20 stone.
As my feet touched the ground he looked up – looked further up – then whimpered and ran off back to his own cab.
A classic case of all mouth – no balls.
My favourite part is where all that didn’t happen, chubbs.
A.
its aways a different deal on a different day…if they ask…then possibly.if they demand,then its deffo not…if im on trip dosh,then its my time and my money unless it suits me to get stranded somewhere handy.id definately get out of the cab and ask him to elabourate his problem to see where it went,though i couldnt fight my way out of a paper bag…if i worked for a plobber big uk co,then id get back in my cab and take instructions from the office and large it up bigtime as by definition id only be getting paid from the neck down and wouldnt be obliged to take threatening verbals from anyone.or possibly just lock the doors until someone came to see why i wasnt going on the bay and make waves that way for the sake of it.
you could always just look ahead to diffuse any future confrontations and just get" my mate is ronnie pickering " tattooed on your forehead?