Day Fifty-Nine

The Raptor's First Blemish

While I was suffering from jello-leg syndrome during a hefty Gold's Gym workout, a different scenario was being painted 100 feet away in the crowded parking lot. A Pepsi semi, delivering its routine shipment to the backside of the facility, proceeded to make a sharp left turn. With cars parked on both sides of the lot, the narrow spacing coupled with our large truck made for an accident waiting to happen. And happened it did. I came wobbling out of the front doors, eager to treat myself to a seat and blasted AC, but instead, a man was waiting awkwardly next to the truck, blocking my much anticipated relaxation. He introduced himself as the Delivery Sales Supervisor of a local Pepsi Company, and explained to me that while inside, my truck was victim to a bullying Pepsi semi, suffering injuries of a dented, offset, and bruised bumper. He took a few pictures of the incident and had me follow him to another parking lot where two police men were waiting with the Pepsi-Truck bully. By the time I pulled in, all the paperwork was filled out, a police report filed, and cards exchanged. Really? For a bumper? Wow, these people don't mess around! Although I was thankful that honesty and integrity are upheld by Pepsi, I was more concerned with the poor driver who stood in the background, visibly shaken and upset by the events. And that stole a piece of my heart. Trucks, bumpers, paint, all that can be replaced. But a job is hard to come by these days, and my main worry was not in the scraped and shifted piece of black plastic, rather, in the security of their employee. When I asked, Sam confirmed that the man's job was not in jeopardy. I breathed easier after that.

And, in case you're wondering, Adam's in good condition. He's still breathing. He's still alive. I've even seen a smile from him a time or two today. And once the Raptor comes out of surgery, my man will be back to normal ;)