I was probably 20 years old and my dad had just died a year earlier and I was running the trucking company. I took a 500 mile run and got home to a ringing phone that one of our drivers had an emergency and couldn't make his run. So I woke up my little brother and asked him to go with me right back out and he did. we went into Wichita and loaded a tanker load of grease (liquid animal fat) to go to a feedlot. I ended up going to the wrong feedlot. I misunderstood the name and didn't look at my paperwork. thank goodness it was only about a 50 mile mistake. So we drag our tired asses back 50 miles to a new feedlot that we had never hauled to before.
Here is where it gets funny. My peterbilt was equipped with a 2 inch pump that would unload 50,000 pounds of grease in less than 25 minutes. this thing moved some fat. In the top of the tank they had no manhole or anything. just like a 1 inch hole with a piece of pipe you stick down the hole to see the grease level.
We are getting close to being empty and I put Casey on top of the tank and he is checking the levels and its getting up there. I climb the side of my tanker and yell to him, "were almost empty" and start down the ladder I am about half way down when I hear my brother yell. I climb back up so i can see him and he screams "SHUT IT OFF" no more do these words come out of his mouth and grease starts shooting like 25 feet in the air out of the top of this tank. I run and shut the pump down and walk around the truck to see my brothers grease soaked ass!!!!! He isnt very happy either. Cause I wont let him in my truck like that. I made him strip down to his underwear and he had to hide in the sleeper for the 3 hour ride back to drop the trailer and another 25 minutes home. I think about this and I can still see Casey's face yelling as the geiser comes up in the background. We were rather lucky that he didn't get blown off of the top of the tank.
