Going to work, 1st day, travelling from Huddersfield to Warrington (M62). Set off nice and early as it was peeing down. Abput 5 miles in, I'm following a truck carrying palets of bricks. Several came off and I managed to avoid all but one which promptly buckled my wheel. Pulls over on the hard shoulder, chages the wheel half way up saddleworth moor, 20th January, 7.30am, dressed in a suit. Not good.
After pratting about doing that for best part of 15 mins, I'm just about to set off again when PC plod pulls in behind me asking if I'm alright. now, I'm a wet, late, angry young man and he can see this. I explain what's happened and his response? "Were you drinking last night sir?" I'd had one or two cans, couldn't remember, just to settle the nerves before my 1st day. He then insists on the brethalyser test, adding another 10 minutes on to the journey. By the time I set off the M60 was backed up for miles and I was over an hour late - not a good thing. Fortunately my boss just laughed and told me to head off to another branch for the week.