“You’re ten minutes early. What, you didn’t f**k anybody last night?” Adrian taunted me on Friday morning as he handed over the day’s orders, and the truck keys.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I said, but without my usual devil-may-care flair. He noticed, of course.
“What’s wrong?” Adrian stared like he was trying to see through me.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to.” I walked to the trailer door and said, “Later,” as I left.
The day didn’t get much better from there. Traffic was a b***h on the way to my first delivery, and then on the second stop, I had to wait a f*****g hour for some dude with a power complex to turn up and forklift the damn order. I was close to losing it. Instead, I called Adrian to let him know I was delayed and why. He said he’d take care of it
