Death Valley Delivery

As the new truck driver, Sam had to make a delivery to Death Valley in California. When he returned from the trip he informed his boss that if he ever got assigned to go out there again, he would quit.

The boss was not very sympathetic, and mentioned that his Death Valley account was one of his most profitable.

“Now see here,” said Sam in protest. “When I arrived it was 128 degrees Fahrenheit. After just a few minutes I was so miserable I was afraid I was going to die.”

“Well, it doesn’t look as though you succumbed to the heat,” chided the boss.

“That was the other problem,” complained Sam. “After the two hours it took them to unload the truck, the heat made me so miserable I was afraid I wasn’t going to die.”

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