First day as a lorry driver
It was his first day at work and Finbar was relishing it. He'd been given a
huge truck to drive and he felt like king of the road. Southampton was his destination.
There to pick up a load of forty tons of canned goods and return to Birmingham
the same day. All went well while he was on the motorways. Nothing could be simpler
with the route virtually mapped out for him. It was, though, a different matter
when he came to the normal roads again. Suddenly signs were smaller and in shorter
supply. Harder and harder it became to find the way until suddenly he was faced
with the dread of all drivers - an unsigned T junction. Left or right? Come on,
which one? Worse still, the road was quite narrow. Make a mistake and there was
little chance of being able to turn back.
Take a chance - take a right,' thought Finbar. And right he took and all went
well for about two miles till he rounded a sharp bend and ran into a low bridge
which seemed to have jumped out of nowhere. The lorry was firmly jammed and, to
compound the problem, there in a layby stood a police patrol car seemingly waiting
for the accident to happen.
Now the first sign of being in trouble with the law is when the policemen
get out of the car and hitch up their trousers. This they did and Finbar knew
the game was up. 'No chance of reprieve so you might as well go for it,' said
'Now, sir,' leered one of the bobbies, 'having a bit of bother are we?'
'Not really, officer,' said Finbar. 'It's just that I'm delivering this bridge
and I can't find the address!'