… unpalatable truths be told here
I can definitely relate to this, back in the early seventies I had left my job in the “print ” to start my own business, I had retained my union card that was obligatory in the trade at the time and was working nights as a delivery driver for a London wholesale newsagent so as to make a living whilst building the business up.
The job was as a rotor driver IE covering all those on holiday or rest days (this helped the boredom of doing the same round each night.
On this particular night I was given a round that included a drop at a large prestigious Hotel just north of Hyde Park in London, what I wasn’t told was the regular driver had a normal van not a box van !
The hotel in question had a canopied entrance and I was told to drive in and drop in the foyer and the staff would take the newspapers in, this I did, but the box van was higher than the canopy by about three inches , not obvious but enough to render the night air asunder with the sound of an aluminum roof being torn of at four o’clock in the morning ( how many guests were woken I have no idea but the noise would have awoken the dead).
Having delivered the newspapers the problem was to get out from under the canopy, the solution was to get every available member of staff to stand on the the back of the van and tailboard to get the height down so I could drive out, so we had a box van at four in the morning filled with staff in penguin outfits crowding into the van as I drove gingerly out, the ribbing I took naturally was endless.
That should of course be ‘rota’.
LOL Wiggia. And now you have a great memory and story to tell so I am sure it was worth it.
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