i worked for a beer distributor for 6 months. i didnt get my cdl cause i didn't want to keep doing that shit. i rode with a guy. pull up, unload, cart your stacks in, put the product in the cooler, go to the next place. each day was a different route, but it was the same every week. same gas stations. same same same. other guys from the distributor would set up displays or stock shelves if we ever delivered to a big box store. but our route was mostly gas stations. we delivered 2 cases to an ethiopian place every month and the owner would feed us. she was a nice lady. but same same same. unless it rained. then you dropped cases in the rain. and occasionally i rode on different trucks. then it was the same, but different asshole to work with. cardboard cuts worse than paper. i can still hear the door to the cargo bays rattle open, rattle closed. shu guh guh guh, shu guh guh guh. same same same. oops, my stack fell over. guess i bought a couple cases, haha. shu guh guh guh, shu guh guh guh.
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