Stories of my Life *4* Driver Training

I was a truck driver for 3 years and over half that time I was a Driver Trainer. I went to Beech Truck Driving School. I aced the driving part of the technical course (amazing my teacher no less as I remember the look on his face when I got out of the truck). A week earlier I had gotten into an argument with the teacher because I had to do more than my share of driving because half our class had gotten into an accident and spent 2 weeks suspended from the training course. I remember telling my teacher that I could already do the course blindfolded in essence. He laughed not believing me so that look on his face when I made a perfect score was vindication for me.

Anyway I had a trainee with me and we were going into New Jersey or New York somewhere up north and we stopped in Virginia to eat one nite and the buffet was extra good. I ended up eating a good bit. We sacked out in the truck and it was his turn to drive the next mornin. He starts up the truck and asks me if I need anything and being warm and comfortable I said no so he takes off.

30 minutes later I am shakin awake and as I sit up I feel the urge to make a deposit. I tell my trainee to find us a bathroom. He looks around and nothing. We go down the road a bit more and the more we go the more urge I get. I begin pleading with my trainee to find a bathroom. I should have just had him pull over so I could deposit inbetween the wheels but my mind wasnt working.

I cant hold it in anymore and start turtle heading. I grab a trash bag and put it under me and start begging my trainee to find a toilet. It really wasnt his fault that there werent any truck stops on that stretch of road.

He finally finds me a spot. As I move to get out of the truck I feel the dam bust loose. I shuffle and frog hop to the toilet trying to hold something in but it was no use. When I got to the toilet I had poo down the whole leg of my pants and in my shoes. I had left a trail of poo thru the truck, across the pavement, thru the pumps, across the store, and into the stall.

I clean up as best I can and get him to bring me some clean clothes. This was in the morning. We got the truck cleaned up but had to press on so I ended up smelling like poo the whole day and into the night until I could get a shower.