Waiting at Poti, and the dwell the morning call never mentions

A Tbilisi meeting can spend an hour on a hinterland warehouse and never say the word Poti. The yard still ate three extra trailers because the port released a bunch after a weather delay, and the road delivered them between two and five in the morning.

That wait is dwell. It is not a moral failure by the night supervisor. A queue strip that starts at 05:40 and ignores the trailers that arrived at 02:10 is a strip of the meeting, not of the yard.

When we visit the Poti hinterland, we ask the gate for the night arrivals as well as the booked window. If the guard’s book is a school notebook, that is fine. Ink is ink. The brief then has two bands: the bunch from the port, and the appointments you actually meant. Mixing them into one “congestion” line is how the same argument returns next month.

A recurring brief through a bunching season is usually cheaper than pretending each bunch is a surprise.