I am supposed to be a good driver, if you look at my driving record.
I am also supposed to be a good HVAC technician, but when you destroy the HVAC service van, you need to expect to be fired.
I looked away from the road for about fifteen seconds, which is how long it took me to check a text from my wife. I knew I shouldn’t have looked at it, but I thought there was a problem. My wife never texted me unless it was an emergency. When I realized it was butt texting, I turned off the phone, but it was too late. I had already driven the service van into the back of a garbage truck. I immediately called my boss and told him the HVAC service van was covered in garbage and told him where I was. He didn’t ask what happened, but was immediately heading out to the location. I got out of the service van, and the garbage man came running out of the truck. Before I could apologize, he was already apologizing. He told me he had stopped suddenly, and he didn’t realize I was behind him. He asked if I was injured and then checked the HVAC service van. I thought I was going to be fired and could never be an HVAC technician again, but he was even more worried. He owned the garbage truck. I could only laugh when he said he stopped suddenly because his phone rang. I wasn’t sure who was to blame, but I wasn’t going to say a word about my text.