Suppose you work in a warehouse and your job is to move inventory your factory produces into trailers to be taken out into the Big Wide World. Your boss gives you the task to combine two smaller orders into one in the same trailer, with about half going to one stop in one state and the other going to a different stop (and company) in a different state, with different product going to each.
The smart way to put the load on would be to take the cargo going to the last stop up at the front of the trailer, and behind that put the cargo going to the first stop. Thus, the warehouse people at the first stop would get their stuff off and stop once they saw that the remaining cargo wasn’t theirs. They would then count up the number of pallets and boxes and such and conclude that they had received everything and all would be well.
The way my trailer was loaded in Dallas was to put a bit of the first load up in the front of the trailer, followed by the entire second stop, then filled up with the rest of the first stop. The warehouse people at my first stop had a cow thinking they were shorted until they decided to pull off the rest of the cargo at which point they found their last two pallets right up in the nose of the trailer. I got dirty looks, the parentage of the shipping warehouse workers was questioned, dogs slept with cats and the like.
Finally all that was straightened out and I headed to Nicholasville, Kentucky for the last drop. This is a po-dunk town just south of Lexington, Kentucky with no freaking parking, beyond some short term street parking near my consignee. Which was great, except my 14 hours ended on their dock and I had no place to park for my 10-hour break.
At least our dispatch had told me my next load would be in Louisville, Kentucky so I headed that way, checking every off ramp and truck stop for parking. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch. I had almost made it to Louisville and there was one more place to check: the Pilot in Simpsonville. Now, the odds that a Pilot will have an open parking spot way past midnight in Kentucky on a weekday? Better chance of me knocking boots with (insert favorite sex icon here; preferably female).
Wouldn’t you know it, there was not only one parking spot available but it was an easy one to get into, as someone had departed just as I arrived. There is hope left after all.