So far I've had to deadhead from the J in Olive Branch to the FedEx Supply Chain facility up, you know, kind of across the street from the twin Pilots. 8 miles I think it is. I spent most of the 7 hours from 3-10 pm sitting in the air conditioning of the facility.
Then last night I came across the street to the Arby's Pilot where I got a Beef Gyro and a medium curly fry. It's a good sandwich, but it ain't a Gyro. Whoever it was at Arby's that came up with this clearly has never had an actual one.
They should just call it a Roast Beef Deluxe on Pita. It's their regular roast beef (which, OK, I'll give them a pass on) and lettuce, tomatoes, onions (they use red onions instead of chopped white onions, which gives it completely different flavors), and what they boldly claim is tzatziki sauce. It's not. Not even close. It's a mayo-esque concoction that's not even remotely similar to yogurt with cucumbers and garlic and dill. They also claim authentic Greek spices. Newp.
It's a good sandwich, but don't get one expecting a gyro.
Anyway, I'm heading back over at 11 am to try this again. But this time I'm armed with the same pickup number and the names of three contacts (two of whom yesterday told me the pickup number is meaningless). But hopefully after the phone lines having been burned up over the last 12 hours they'll have located my 40 pound box and I can hit the road and deliver this load to the 3pl freight forwarded in Atlanta that it was supposed to be delivered to at 8am this morning.
I won't be surprised to find that it was loaded onto a trailer around 1am and it's already in Atlanta. <snort>