Another shift.
I tended to view the van with a certain sense of trepidation lately. It seemed larger and more daunting each time I approached it. I looked at my load planner and for some reason felt a certain sense of relief. I had the Totton route.
“Alright son?” Mike shouted in greeting, approaching from one of the other vans having just returned.
“Not bad.” I replied, opening my driver door and discarding my paperwork onto the seat. “How’s the run?”
Mike scratched his head. “Had one of those…”
He handed me his planner, it was one of the city routes and my eyes immediately rested on a name.
“Not surprised. That place stinks!”
“Which one?”
I point, “That one. Can barely breathe, glad you got it this time.”
“Flies on the door?”
“Yeah-”
“That’s not the one I’m on about.” Mike says taking the load planner back and quickly scanning it. “Can’t remember which, but when this bird opened the door all she said was, ‘Damn, just you’ as if she was looking for a different driver… was creepy…”
My blood ran cold.