I went up to South Carolina to pick up a load of jars yesterday. I must quit doing this. I believe that it takes five years off my life each time. I’m the guy driving on the expressway at fifty miles per hour, with his flashers on, with an unbelievably tall pile of boxes in the trailer. With each bump and dip and gust of wind it sways and looks sure to topple. And while it’s wrapped with clear plastic, the wrapping continues to shred along the way. And there’s one box on the tip top of the pile that, at speeds over fifty three, begins to bounce uncontrollably and looks sure to pull loose…almost certainly unraveling the entire load and filling the highway with boxes of glass jars. Aiyiyiyiyi!
And the state troopers flew by and never give me a second look....I can't believe they didn't pull me over......and the tractor trailers blew by and I think it was a game with them, to see which could cause the greatest wind. They probably had a bet going as to who could blow the entire load out of the trailer.
And, although I kept one eye on the road and the other on the load, I somehow saw the people in the passenger seats of passing suv's cringing, clearly fearful that the lunatic in the truck was sure to drop a box or two on them.
Did I mention that I've got to stop doing this?