I just gave up on the day and started a movie when the phone rang. “There’s a UPS truck stuck in the wash crossing.”
Oh, shit. “OUR wash crossing?”
You remember that big sinkhole I told you about – not really a sinkhole, to be pedantic, more of a washout. A big hole in the road, anyway. Well, Scott the Road Guy came and fixed it the very next day, but it was a mighty busy day and all he did was fill it with loose sand. He also gave the crossing itself a quick once-over with the grader, but I wouldn’t say he got it right. It’s really loose and I’ve been waiting for a 4X2 to get stuck for two weeks.
I wasn’t expecting a UPS truck. Only S&L live at the end of that road, and L wasn’t expecting a package.
So I drove the Jeep to the scene of the crime, thinking it would be a simple matter to tow him out but he’d buried it.
It took five people an hour and a half to dig that truck out of there, to the point where we could tow it out with a Jeep. And even then he was on the wrong side of the crossing, so D hooked his Jeep to it and towed the truck out after we filled in the ruts with shovels.
I need a new tow strap. Mine gave up the ghost.
And for all that – the driver was delivering an empty box, that wasn’t even needed. Seriously: L got her satellite service changed, and Dish Network sent a box because she had to return some equipment, except the technicians had already taken the equipment back so the box was unneeded. It had all been settled days ago, I’m told, but of course the UPS driver didn’t know that and wouldn’t have cared. He was paid to deliver an empty box, he was by god going to deliver an empty box.
I guess technically it wasn’t the responsibility of any of us to get the kid’s truck out of the wash. But he was there doing service for a neighbor. And this time of the year, you really don’t want to break down in the wash. It’s been threatening to storm all afternoon.