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Originally Posted by habernac
The NE courier guy was Dany Heatley’s uncle. He was a prick. There was another weird long haired ####er who looked like Charles Manson. Strange dude. Didn’t deal a lot with couriers, but they were almost all #######s.
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I largely didn't know them.
Because I started my shifts, usually, until I was there full-time over summers, but I usually started my shifts at around 4:30.
The first part of your shift, unless a Bus is coming in, is unloading the Couriers. So I'd get there and its the 'start' of my day and the end of theirs. They'd usually just have a smoke and chat with each other until their vans were empty.
So much smoking at Greyhound.
Now...smoking doesnt really bother me at all, it never really has, but man there were times...I really wasn't confident that there wasn't something around that might explode when exposed to an open flame.
The Diesel fumes were the worst. A little cigarette smoke? That was nothing. It was almost a refreshing change.
Thats how awful that job was. If I die of Lung Cancer I want to be buried in that goddamned Depot! They owe me!