Damn Truck Driver!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
This is photo of me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates, when I drove truck with Skip. My turn to drive!
Many miles away from home
Broke down on a big truck
Waiting for parts to come … sometimes, taking days
Sitting in a big truck at a shop
Snow, ice covering the ground
Trying to stay warm … wishing to be home
No one knows all a trucker goes through
Nor do they care as long as they get all
They want … need … never give out
No one cares about a trucker who risks his life
To get loads delivered on time
They are mentally abused where they go
People who work in offices talk down to them
Treat them less than
Not caring what the trucker went through … to get there
Not caring if the trucker has been up all night
Driving through the rain, snow, wind, ice
Avoiding road hazards at every turn
Not caring that the trucker has been verbally abused
All the way, when they stop at truck stops
Because someone’s had a bad day
People who hate their jobs treat truckers badly
When they arrive on time, making them wait
While people they work for … treat them badly on the other end
What’s a trucker to do when he/she is abused at every turn
They go quietly their way, trying to get back home safely
Where they hope to find rest, peace, happiness for a short time
Then … they do it all over again to get your luxuries to the stores
Making sure you don’t go without
Your pretty clothes, perfumes, foods and toys
You never think what a trucker goes through
As you wear your clothes, eat your food, play with your toys
Walking around smelling of perfume
A trucker has to go through so much
Just to stop to eat a meal, take a shower, rest
Sometimes, he can’t get either for many hours
While you sit in your homes
All warm, cozy … safe and sound
Do you hear the trucks going by late in the night?
Do you think of what truckers suffer
To get everything you see as you look around in your life
From your nice bed, your easy chair … tv?
You become angry when a trucker is late
Or if he gets in a wreck, dies … all because you don’t get
Your material things … never giving a thought to his life
Never giving thought to his family, what they go through
Your mind never goes past your comfort needs
And what you want … when you want it
Damn the trucker for dying … for not getting the load there
Damn that trucker … you needed hairspray, make-up
To make yourself pretty … you don’t care if he died
You don’t give a damn … all you want is what you feel you need
Never giving thought to what a trucker goes through
Making it hard for them wherever they go
Won’t even back-up to let a truck go through
Blowing your damn horn because … he inconvenienced you
Damn truck driver … taking up the road
Only special people know what they suffer
People who have walked the walk … talked the talk
Experienced the abuse, perils of the road
No way a soft person could understand past their needs
Just get all my comfort needs … I’ll be satisfied
I don’t give a damn about … a damn truck driver!
Damn truck driver … you know they are no good
They have such a bad reputation for all the things they do
Why they piss in bottles, throw them out
They womanize … play games in the truckstops
They look down into cars to see women’s legs
We know they are no good … damn truck driver
No one thinks about bad apples in everything
Messes up all for good truckers who take pride in all they do
It’s like judging a book by its cover … never seeing any farther
Because … like a mother-in-law … we know they’re no good
Just a label dooms one … doesn’t matter how good they are
Truck drivers … we know they’re no good … damn truck driver!
Note by this Author:
I have walked the walk … on the Trucker‘s path. I watched, listened, studied how people treat truckers. It’s a damn shame what a trucker goes through … from the company he works for to the company he delivers to … picks up loads from.
I drove with Skip, my husband … for 3 years. I can’t tell you all the things I witnessed. You wouldn’t want to be subjected to such things as a … damn truck driver goes through! You’d raise Hell with your soft, spoiled self.
The employees take out their bad days on truckers by deliberately making them wait hours longer than their appointment times.
When the trucker does get backed into a dock, the people unloading the truck will deliberately take their time by taking breaks … never seeing the trucker as anything more than a robot with no feelings.
I say … damn the people whom I see, know … do such things to a … damn truck driver. They … like people in a church … get on power trips and play their games … making people suffer.
Like a church … it’s not the church who does those things … it’s the people in it … the bad apples who do things they shouldn’t. Nobody knows … why? Because the trucker is so tired, all he wants to do is find a parking place that is hard to find … go to sleep, rest.
He takes the abuse knowing he/she would look bad … be the loser if all came to light. It’s not … damn the truck driver … it’s damn those people who make their life … pure Hell.
Not all people are like that … when a truck driver meets up with a person with kind words, voice … it means the world to them … like putting soothing salve on a wound.
In my opinion … my way of thinking … when you go out of your way to play your games … power games making you think you are so important thinking no one knows … know this … someone is always watching, listening without you being aware of it.
Oh … and damn you for being ugly … you will reap what you sow! The quicker, the better so you know how it feels. An eye for an eye … a tooth for a tooth … yes, I believe if you can dish out unkindness, ugliness from your soul … you should get it back … tenfold.
This is strictly my … Gloria Opinion. If you don’t like it … go be kind! Damn you if you don’t … that’s right, damn you if you don’t. I hold my ground … here.
Photos/true poem written, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee. Oh, so is my ‘Gloria Opinion’ … I stand behind every word.
Colors of My Life 
I used to be a drivers mate on 20/30 ton trucks and we were treated like robots, expected to drive through the night, do our deliveries on time regardless of the road conditions and expected to do statutory overtime four nights a week! 😦
By the time we were headed home the roads were packed and accidents were no excuse for being late back at the warehouse! 😦
The worst part is that if we were injured at work we got no sick pay, we were just ‘let go’ and they’d get somebody else!!! 😦
I was sixteen when I got hurt, so I got my wage and gave it to my mother as usual and blacked out trying to put my typewriter away, so my dad tried to kill me for ‘ignoring him’.
Mum stopped him, but I was left with a torn throat and bruises on my neck from his fingers.
The staff at work were wonderful and I got an extra week’s work doing nothing more than holding a clipboard, but dad’s greed knew no limits… 😦
Love and hugs!
Prenin.
Hurts my Heart, Prenin. Love, Gloria
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