It’s A Real Gas Working With You

I was a warehouse manager, in charge of scheduling deliveries and pick-ups and making sure inventory was up to snuff. Occasionally, I would even do deliveries if we were down a person. I worked with a salesman who was not even a manager, but when the boss was away, he was in charge. 

One time, I was in the truck and noticed it had all of a quarter tank of diesel. I went inside and asked for the gas card.

Salesman: “How much is left?”

Me: “A quarter of a tank.”

Salesman: “That’s plenty. You don’t need the card.”

So, off we went and made the delivery, and on the way back, the truck just died, completely out of fuel.

Because we’d run it dry, the boss had to get the truck towed to the repair shop and the fuel system completely bled to get the air out. This was a twenty-four-foot box truck, so it was fairly pricey to tow and work on.

The reaming the salesman got was classic. He never denied anybody the fuel card again.