Invisibility

Charlotte, North Carolina.

Okay, so now I'm beginning to wonder if I've pissed off the Fates or something. I've been in a dock at this customer since 15:00. They partially loaded me and then stopped. It doesn't look like they have any plans of getting back to it. A gentleman who came in after I did has been loaded and has left. I can't find anyone who speaks English to tell me why I'm still sitting here. In fact, I seem to have developed a rather persistant case of invisibility.

Now I just need to figure out what I've done to piss off the Universe, and thereby determine which libations will appease the appropriate gods. It would be really nice to get back to the days when I could just pick up a fucking load and leave.