Another tanker story from the "Chemical Brothers" archives.
No this isn't[bost_uid4]PUBLIC DOMAIN[/bost_uid4]

A nice warm July morning in Baltimore, and the promise to go home. Well, not quite, all such hopes were dashed when the travel agent came running out of his cave acting like a wildman and yelling at my dear brother and I to hook up to a tank and come back and see him. With all the hooking and pretripping completed, I wandered back into the dispatch office, where the travel agent threw a packet with blank paperwork at me and told me to take my brother and the truck and head out to interstate 95 north. I tried to ask him what was the big deal, but got a response that I can't repeat here! I love secret missions!

Well, we got out on 95 and headed north. We drove for about 15 minutes when traffic came to a stop, nothing new for Baltimore. We sat for about 5 minutes, when a voice came over the CB "*******, are you empty??" I answered him and I looked in the mirror and saw a Maryland Highway patrolperson behind us. "Good, I'm giving you an escort!"
I looked at my brother and all he asked was "What did you do now??" I shrugged my shoulders "I swear I didn't do a thing, I was just conveniently located at the scene of the crime!!"

The officer gave us an escort around the backup and led us to the cause of all the trouble, another ******* tank wagon had split open and was leaking. I didn't pay much attention to the broken tank, I was more interested in the placard. The skull and cross bones definetly stood out! My brother and I looked at each other and at the same time said "Phosphoric Acid!"

We had to unload that tank into ours, everything was going fine. That was until I got a cold refreshing Coke out of the cooler and stood by the tractor drinking it. A Haz-Mat cop saw me and absolutley went crazy. This young lady started yelling and screaming at me. Everyone within twenty feet of the site heard her! I asked what her problem was. She just kept yelling at me "Don't you know that is dangerous!!!!"
I told her it wasn't, but she just went right on yelling. Finally her supervisor came over to bring some peace to this somewhat one sided confrontation. He asked me why I was drinking the Coke and I told him I was thirsty. He then asked me wasn't I aware of the chemical and I told him I was.
This went on for five minutes, when I showed the supervisor the Coke bottle and asked him to read the ingredients and would he please read them out loud. He did, until he got down
towards the bottom of the label "Phosphoric Acid!" I took the bottle back and said "Yes, people drink the sh*t!!" "Now, would kindly get your subordinate out of my way so we can finish?!?!?!?"

My brother and I ended up making the delivery and didn't get home for another three weeks!
Such the life of a professional driver