I arrived in Miami, Florida at my consignee just before 1330 local time, eleven hours ahead of schedule. I was expecting some flack from the gate guard but he was surprisingly gentle with the rubber gloves and lubricant. Then, he directed me to the receiving folks and amazingly, they didn't kick me off the lot. Instead, they took the paperwork and pointed me at an open door.
"Take door 18, we'll try to get you in between three and four." I was told.
I busted a move (silently, and without moving of course) and took my truck over to the right spot.
Could I get unloaded this afternoon?
UPDATE: It took a good long while, but eventually I was unloaded. I ran over to the only truckstop I know in the area and managed to snag the last empty spot. Woo hoo.
