Middle age is hard on children

One morning, Gar was getting ready to walk out the door while telling me of his latest work-related woes. The day before he was nearly to the top of an icy mountain road in swirling snow, pulling a trailer fully loaded with heaters and light towers for a location. The new dispatcher called to tell him he needed to drop the load, return to the yard, load other paraphernalia, and take it to a different location for a frac, 4 hours away, or 8 hours roundtrip. He was then to immediately come back and finish the current job he was trying to complete. That would’ve put him into darkness, and too late to get everything set up on the current locale. It was so preposterous, Gar nearly laughed out loud. Instead, he patiently told the woman it wasn’t possible, and to rent the items, hire a driver, and hot-shot the equipment to the company man who was not-so-patiently waiting.