Choco Goblin Distribution Center, Ogden, Utah. The home of the best chocolatey chocolate foods and snacks... in the Utah region at least. Also, it was founded by goblins so...
Jay pulled the truck into the truck entrance, passing by the nice looking sign made like a bar of chocolate that was surrounded by bushes and small ponds, a nice touch to the property and it's welcoming nature. But this distribution center wasn't known for being welcoming, in fact, quite the opposite. It was known for it's outrageous, over-the-top security protocols that can activate over seemingly nothing. Apparently, it was necessary for the protection of the employees, product, and the company's secrets. Secrets that were held somewhere deep on the premises. That and their regretful means of giving away free chocolate to drivers.
The dinky, cramped, little guard shack at the entrance of the property was barely enough room for the three security personnel sitting inside, and you could feel the low tolerance of such conditions in the unbearably cold, winter air. On the bright side, today wasn't a busy day. The guards tried their best to ignore the ice chilling boredom by keeping their attention on the screens of their phones, except for one of them who paced and periodically gazed out the frosted windows and out into the snowy landscape. She was beyond bored at this point. She was done. The thoughts of ditching that dinky shack and running across the snow and into a new, more fulfilling career kept falling on her head like snowflake after snowflake. It didn't help that the coffee machine decided not to work today for no apparent reason.
The grumpy guard places her mug under the nozzle then presses some buttons to get it to start. After some choking, gurgling, and other "I'm probably not going to make coffee today" noises, it squirts out a watery splash containing bits of unmixed coffee grounds before shutting down completely.
"What is wrong with this thing?!" she smacks the side of the coffee machine which chokes with a puff of steam in response.
"Is beating on the coffee maker necessary?", the only guy guard in the shack asks.
"Yes it is!" she snaps, "I'm tired as shit, I'm cold, I got eight more hours to sit around in this stupid shack, I want my coffee!"
The other two guards look at each other before going back to their phones. The strung out guard smacks the machine again which sent her coffee mug flying to the floor.
"Fuckin' work!" she screams and smacks it again. This time the unnecessary smacking worked as the machine poured coffee all over the counter and floor. The guard was just about ready to pull her hair out, rip out her lungs with unbearable screaming, then explode with rage until the sound she's been dreading to hear all morning is heard stopping outside.
Andrew sets the brakes and he and Jay hop out and make their way to the shack window. Before Jay could pound his fist on the window, it was flung open and the face of an angry guard trying her best to keep her fury underneath, appears.
"Pickup or delivery?" she asks with a clipboard and pen in her hands.
"Delivery." Andrew replies.
"Truck number?" guard asks.
"20159", Jay replies.
"Have you been here before?", the guard asks.
"Well, this is kinda my first load, I just became a truck-" Andrew starts but don't nobody want to hear all that this early in the morning.
"Have you been here BEFORE!?" the guard growls.
"No, I haven't, dang..." Andrew says looking over at Jay who didn't seem to be all there as his eyes were glued to the box of chocolate candy sitting behind the window by the guard.
"I have." Jay adds all of a sudden. The guard grabs at her hair then slams the clipboard on the counter.
"Well that's not very professional. What's the problem?" Jay asks, somehow completely oblivious to the woman's mood and attitude.
"I'm asking a question and this driver's being a smart ass!" she yells.
"How am I being a smart ass?" Andrew asks in confusion.
"What about our free chocolate?", Jay butts in, not caring about anything else at all. This insistence on free chocolate caused the guard to slam the window shut. Almost immediately, Jay pounds his fist on the window.
"I want chocolate!" Jay howls in demand. From outside you could hear the drama brewing inside.
"What the hell is going on in there, Jay?" Andrew asks.
"Probably don't want to give us any chocolate." Jay responds.
Inside the shack, the angry guard had slipped on the spilled coffee. The other two guards were trying to help her up but she kept slipping and in doing so, kept getting angier and angrier. As were the other two guards as well since Jay wouldn't stop pounding on the window demanding they get their free chocolate. What Jay forgot was that you only get the free chocolate after getting unloaded and ready to leave the property, and even then, the guards were never too eager to hand out the chocolate to anyone.
"Go give that fucker a door!" shouts guard #2 who was struggling to keep the grumpy guard up on her feet. Guard #3 stomps over to the window and flings it open just in time for Jays fist to knock on his forehead making him boil with rage.
"Go to door #4! Son of a bitch!", the guard yells.
"What about our free choc-" but Jay didn't get to finish his question as the guard had slammed the window shut.
"Come on new driver", Jay turns to walk back to the truck, "let me show you how to speed things up when you're getting unloaded."
Jay hops in the driver seat and Andrew in the passenger and they make their way to the back where the dock doors awaited. Jay maneuvers the truck to be in line with door #4 and the two jump out, run to the back of the trailer, yank open the trailer doors, hook them on the sides of the trailer, then run back to the truck like an olympic team. Back in the truck, Jay releases the brakes and shifts her into reverse.
"Alright, little fella! Watch this shit!" Jay stomps the pedal and the truck shoots back, slamming into the open dock door. Inside the warehouse, all the freight from the trailer had been flung out and was neatly stacked and ready to be forklifted around by warehouse employees.
Jay slams his boot down on the pedal and the truck gasses away and back towards the guard shack in record unloading time. Jay and Andrew jump out of the truck and approach the window. Jay immediately pounds on the window and it is answered by the first grumpy guard.
"All done." Jay says, "where's our free chocolate?"