Ah, the worst was .... some Asian chicken thing with rice and sweet and sour sauce. Had supper, went on a call, didn't help that the driver was rocking the rig, came back from the call and immediately went straight to the porcelin throne and tasted it all over again. The captain said I should book off, but stayed (out of complete stubborness). Fortunately the night was quiet.
Confidence is the road faith travels on.
It's what you do with the short end of the stick that matters.