They say that the way to a trucker’s heart is good coffee. Well, maybe they don’t say that, but it always worked for me!
So much so, I was often referred to as “The Coffee Lady.” I acquired that name from co-workers who had the opportunity to spend long drudging hours on those oil patch locations with me. We would sometimes be stuck waiting to unload our sand for hours and sometimes even days.
I tried hard to be prepared for long stays on a fracking job, because we never knew if we were going to get unloaded right away or if something would happen to prevent us from doing so. Since I always made sure I had plenty of everything I could possibly need for an extended stay, coffee and my coffee pot were always part of that survival stash.
Unfortunately, some of the people I ran with were unprepared. I felt sorry for those drivers, and when someone would come over the radio wanting something to eat or a cup of coffee I always offered if I had it. Especially coffee, I tried hard to keep a pot of coffee going even when I was driving.
After several years of extending this courtesy to many of my fellow drivers, one can see how I became known as “The Coffee Lady.” I had that label for a long time in the oil field, along with my CB handle, Barbie. I had several names given to me while I was driving, some I won’t repeat, others, like “Coffee Lady,” I recall with great endearment.