For almost 28 of my 34 years as a driver, I ran rural routes. I got stuck with helpers almost every year. The helpers were with me on the truck all day, every day. Some were great, a few were like Jonathon.
I wanted to abandon them, but the worse punishment was telling management to give me someone different, and knowing the bad ones were sent to a driver in town and given that handcart full of boxes, or worse, a front porch on the route full of packages, and left to themselves no matter what the weather.
Karma's a bitch.