It was just another busy morning at the construction site when I noticed the problem—a sleek SUV parked directly in our designated delivery spot. The driver, a woman with a dismissive wave, refused to budge when we politely asked her to move.
“Just work around me,” she snapped, rolling up her window with finality.
But here’s the thing about delivery trucks—they don’t “work around” entitled parkers. So, I gave Jerry, our truck driver, a knowing look. “Pull in real close,” I said.
Within seconds, she was boxed in—trapped between the massive delivery truck and a bright blue porta-potty. Her face twisted in outrage as she realized her mistake. She tried squeezing out through the passenger side, muttering curses under her breath.
When she finally stormed over, demanding we move the truck, Jerry just shrugged. “Sorry, ma’am. Company policy—can’t move until unloading’s done.”
Her threats to report us were cut short by the arrival of a parking enforcement officer. Panicked, she threw her SUV into reverse—only to slam into the porta-potty and wedge herself onto the curb.
The sight of her sitting on the sidewalk in handcuffs while we finished our work? Priceless. Some people learn patience the easy way. Others? Well, they need a porta-potty and a pair of handcuffs to get the message.
