Fueling while performing pretrip inspection is an efficient use of time. That's how I started my morning, as heavy rain started to fall. I pulled alongside another orange truck at the fuel island. I casually glanced over and was shocked to see my former co-driver, Mr. H. He didn't see me, and I'm glad he didn't. I had no interest in talking to him. His "people skills" were severely lacking during the time I had to associate with him. It's best that we just vanish from each others' lives forever.
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