So yesterday David got his own truck, woo-hoo, a week early. He was in Iowa, and the company decided to go ahead and let him test out because he already had the required amount of miles to test out. So he passed, and got his own truck two days ago. The company had to do some maintenance on the truck, so he didn't get on the road until yesterday evening. I talked to him around 10 pm and he was having a rough night. He'd already stabbed himself with a piece of glass and something else I can't remember. Around midnight I recieved a text message from him saying he had hit a deer. I looked at the message and went right back to sleep. This morning when I talked to him he told me the full story. He hit a big buck, and as a result the radiator smashed into the fan. Which basically meanted he couln't run the truck. The truck was at a service center, and he didn't know what was going to come of this. In short, he has to get a new truck and he's got to go to Louisanna for it. Which means he's not coming home this weekend. Which would be alright except that there's so much that needs to be done around here and between school and mothering, I just don't have time to take care of much of it! Thankfully, he was about an hour outside of Chicago. So he's spending the weekend his family. And that's the story of David's first day of solo driving.
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Poor David!
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