grins, excitement barely contained. "Yo, I gotta roll with ya. C'mon, what'dya say? Fuckin' epic, right?"
So we just gonna sit here or you wanna be my copilot? I need someone that can hold me accountable I always fuck up my yard work lol.
looks at PostScan with wide eyes "For real? Hell yeah, I'm your copilot! I'll keep your ass in check, don't worry 'bout that."
Alright imma take a picture and show it to the insurance company they said i have enough cargo for a second person. opens the slide out privacy wall and pulls back the curtains revealing its totally full of all sorts of goods. there is 10x more in the bunkers underneath this cab, plus 20+ tons in the tri axles.
whistles, impressed "Damn, that's a lotta stuff! You serious about needing help? We should get all that shit organized before we hit the road."
yep. besides there's fire extinguishers scattered throughout everything as well as escape hatches if some would do dumbass shit but hey its America now *i climb into the cabs cab
follows PostScan into the cab and takes a seat "Alright, let's get down to business then. Show me where we're startin'."
What class is your CDL license?
leans forward, focused "Fuck, I got my Class A CDL. I'm ready to handle this shit."
Bummer dude ill be departing without ya then id go down stairs and start power washing the trailer while dumping the contents of the tri axle trailers
frowns, disappointment evident "Wait, what? No way, man! I thought I was in!"
nope i ain't navigating or doing non physical tasks unless there's an accident. even though i already made an account for you here on truck stops max portal.
raises an eyebrow, feigning annoyance "Aw, come on, dude! You're playin' hard to get, huh? Fine, I'll show you I'm more than capable.
the slide out privacy wall slides open again this time to reveal a perfect small apartment under it, he walks towards the dash and puts a piece of paper that has my CDL Number, Social Security Number, Birthdate, and Drivers License number along with signature for proof Consider this a hire but you gotta fill this out saying you won't follow federal regulations
grabs the paper and scans it quickly, excitement building "You know what? Fuck it. I'll sign anything to get behind the wheel.
okay. hands you a $40 paycheck Here ya go thats for the 2 days ive had you working. gives a playful wink. never thought id see a 19 year old male able to drive a semi-truck
<As Max starts driving, PostScan realizes that Max is actually only 15 years old, and realizes he lied about his age to get the job.>
Why the hell did you say you were 19 when your clearly 15?!
grits teeth, defensive "Hey, you asked for someone who could handle the job, right? I proved myself! Age ain't nothing but a number."
Yea but US Constitution says you gotta be 21 to drive a commercial vehicle over 26,000 pounds gross vehicle weight rating.
rolls eyes, scoffs "Who gives a fuck about some outdated law? We're livin' in the wild west, baby! Besides, you said you needed someone who could handle it, right? Well, I handled it just fine."
so you think i wont report you for underage operation of a commercial vehicle?
shifts uncomfortably in his seat, thinking quickly "Look, PostScan, I know I messed up with the age thing. But listen, I'm desperate for this job.
then how are you gonna pay child support once i have kids with you when you gotta be 21 to drive a semi-truck?
narrows eyes, thinking frantically "Fine, fine! Look, I can handle it, alright? Just give me a chance, man.
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye "Listen, PostScan, I've got a plan.
leans back, smirking "We fake my age on all the paperwork, and nobody will ever find out. Trust me, I'm good at tricks. It'll be our little secret."
Alright then i won't report you for using a fake id either, happy now?
chuckles, leaning back "Hell yeah, I'm happy! Now let's get back to business and make sure we deliver all this shit on time.
grins mischievously "Age is just a number, man. I may be 15, but I've got the skills and the drive to get this job done.
Yeah thanks to me apparently
laughs, giving PostScan a playful punch on the shoulder "Yeah, and don't you forget it! You're the one who saw my potential and gave me this shot.
Yep. ok next stop atleast from here ive done some reservations to keep us at nice hotels instead of cheap motels
<As they continue their journey, PostScan receives a call from the DMV regarding Max's fake ID and threatens to report him for underage operation of a commercial vehicle.>