Driving crazy

I mostly drive a Nissan Versa while on the job and let me tell you, that thing has the most annoying quirks. The horn is so touchy that I have accidently honked it more times than I care to admit…

The first time was when I was delivering floor absorbent to a hospital in the area. I was backing up and I turned around to check my blind spot and suddenly there was this BEEEP!!!  I was parked right outside the Main Entrance and all I could do is smile and wave at the poor scared people and pray that none of them had a heart condition. 

The second time was when I was turning left in one of my busiest intersections and didn’t realize I had my arm resting on the horn. I honked all the way through my turn and had people from all four ways of traffic looking around to see who was honking. I was thinking, “Who is the idiot honking at everybody??” It didn’t take long for me to realize that the idiot was me. I laughed the whole way back to my store. 

I have since learned: Don’t rest your arm on the horn… Embarrassment soon follows.

Montana

I can’t sit still. Never have. I’ve been told that it’s a good quality for a delivery driver. Sometimes, though, having that compelling urge to be in motion can almost be uncomfortable because the life of a driver is often a waiting game. Some days, I never leave my store. Other days, I do nothing but run like a mad woman. First day on the job I asked my boss what one thing I should keep in mind while driving and he advised me to drive with a “hurried patience.” Hurried I can do. Patience…. Not so much. I have had to learn over the past year that I’ve worked as a delivery driver that no matter how badly our customers need their car parts, no delivery is worth dying for. So I’ve set out to learn this “hurried patience.” We’ll see how far I get :)

Montana