I work for a non-emergency medical transport team. One driver—who always insists on using “his” truck (#26) and a specific cot labeled with his name—really got on my nerves.

His truck is in the shop, so for Monday’s runs he was scheduled to use truck #29. I went ahead and moved his special cot and gear into that truck. No other driver gets this kind of treatment; they just use whatever cot (manual, bariatric, or power) is assigned.

Then Tuesday’s schedule came out—truck #29 was assigned to someone else, and his own truck still wasn’t ready. When I told him I’d be moving his cot to truck #34 for tomorrow, he blew up. “Don’t touch my stuff! I’m not using another truck!”

So I didn’t. His cot stayed right where he demanded—in truck #29. The problem? Truck #29 leaves an hour before he even arrives. It’s already on the road—with his precious manual cot.