EMERGENCY LOAD SWAP

Right as I had finished shaving, my phone rang. The area code indicated that it was most likely my supervisor. Still dropping wet from my shower, I picked up the phone. "Lucy" wanted to know if I was in a particular town at a particular exit. They needed me to swap loads with another team who was already in the parking lot. As soon as I got outside, I moved the truck 50 yards to align with the truck I was supposed to meet. I sent my partner a text message to tell him that I had moved the truck back a few spaces. - he had gone inside the truckstop to shower as well.
I chatted with the lady-driver, with whom I was supposed to swap trailers. She was visibly under stress and worry. Her co-driver (unrelated) had been very mean and unprofessional toward her in recent days. She had come to the point of fearing for her safety. She told her supervisors that she needed to separate from him. She told him as well, and he became even more hostile. So, the bosses are having her drive another 3 hours West to our West Memphis facility to complete the split. I don't know why they had us relay our loads here, since we both were heading in that very direction anyway. Oh, well. So, an hour later, here we still sit, side by side, waiting for the formal instructions to appear on our truck computers. The nature of the loads require us to do everything "just-so". She will be following me to West Memphis for her own safety, from that piece of trash.