The Story

So we and the collection arrived in Scottsville, Kentucky and had to unload.  We started with four crew and two trucks.  They driver said they were past Nashville and would be in Scottsville early the next day.  So we drove eleven straight hours to get about where they said they would be and got a hotel room.  How they could have passed us and got 300 miles ahead of us we could not figure out.

The next morning we agreed to meet the trucks at the storage sheds in Scottsville at
about noon.  They were not there, and said they were still the other side of Nashville.  How they got behind us an 50 miles farther back is also a mystery!  They arrived several hours late, and with only three crew instead of four.  Their stories varied about how they lost crewman #4.

Two of them unloaded the trucks, while one packed the sheds.  One of them managed to fall down over one of the hand trucks.  The crew leader managed to fall four feet off the moving lift gate and hit his head on the asphalt below.  I guess that's why the instructions say, don't ride on the lift gate.  Both of our wounded claimed was only a flesh wound and continued to work.