So, I delivered to this company in Alabama today. Afterwards, I need to call my dispatcher to confirm delivery. Do you think they would let me use a phone? The receiver who unloaded me claimed there was no phone in the back. Blatant lie. What would they call an ambulance with if someone got injured. No such thing as a warehouse with no phone. But anyway, I can't call a customer a liar to his face, so I accept it at face value and go to the front office.
The receptionist bluntly tells me, in a very snotty tone, "we do not provide a public phone." Okay, I know she's thinking "who is this filthy pig?" That's what happens when you unload steel pipe -- you tend to get dirty. Steel mills are not clean places, and I didn't have time to change after unloading because it's almost the end of the day. I have eight minutes left to call the office before they close, and my time is ticking away.
Nope, you can't use our phone. I brought these people $26,000 of steel pipe, and they begrudge me a phone call. A free phone call, what's more, because it's a 1-800 number that costs them nothing.
I hit the road and look for a gas station with a phone booth. Phone booths are vanishing in the U.S., so I just pull in to a gas station at random and beg the clerk to use his phone. He's nicer than the people at the steel warehouse, and lets me use it. Too late. It's now 4:01 in Alabaman, 5:01 in Ontario. The office has closed, so now whatever miles I could have covered tonight will have to wait until the morning. All because some snotty cunts thought their phone was the equivalent of a sacred relic, not to be touched by working-class hands.
This is the famous Southern Hospitality? f*ck you! I hope their steel rusts into worthless dust! Filthy fucking selfish, selfish pricks.
