It was four o’clock in the afternoon when I finally pulled into the gravel lot at ConcreteXpress and parked. I could see the dust swirling around the tires in my rearview mirror. I felt grubby, and I needed a shower, badly. I turned off the engine, grabbed my work bag and other personal items, then got out. After locking the rig, I headed to the trailer. The blast of cold air from inside was wonderful.
Adrian was arguing with another regular driver, Derrick. Now, Derrick was an i***t, in that he couldn’t tell when a man had a full head of steam on him, and Adrian was ready to blow.
“Hey, Adrian,” I said, interrupting the men. I figured it needed to be done, if for no other reason than to save Derrick’s dumbass hide. “Brought the keys for the truck, boss.” I threw them on his desk.
Adria
