2005-01-07 - 3:39 p.m.
As I got to work yesterday, there was a friend of mine, a co-worker, who was using a forklift by one of the back doors. Approaching all too slowly, with the ever-present beeping of warning, was a company van pulling back toward a skid of magazines. His being able to back up to the skid to load them efficiently would've necessitated the forklift not being where it was. Yet the driver said nothing and did nothing to indicate his intentions other than gradually backing up.
As I approached, my friend got off the forklift and went over to talk to the guy through the driver's window. He asked the driver if he was backing up to get to the magazines. By this time I was past them so didn't see a response, but the driver must've nodded. My friend asked if the driver was going to load them into the van. Again, the driver must have answered in the affirmative. So my friend walked back to the forklift kind of saying half to the driver and half to himself, 'Well, then, I guess you need me to get out of the way then, don't you?'
It amazes me that in this century, in this age of cell phones and text messaging and long distance plans and satellites and the internet, in this age of the most widespread forms and conveniences of communication in history, people can still suck so much at communicating.
