Saturday while we were working on our hardwood floors, Dad realized that he was going to have to take the kitchen door off its hinges, shave a piece off the bottom and put it back, or it wasn't going to close. He'd brought tons of tools and a mitre saw, but not his Skil-saw, which he needed for the door-shaving. So Mom and I went to their house to fetch the Skil-saw.
We're going east on I-20 in the middle lane when I yell at her, "Shit in the road!" She slammed on brakes and we got stopped, while some other people stopped and others swerved around madly. There was a washing machine sitting exactly in the middle of the fast lane, and washing machine packaging (cardboard box fragments, that cloudy foamy plastic that appliances are wrapped in, styrofoam packing and assorted debris) were everywhere, and dividing and blowing more places as people hit them. Several vans from the same company were convoying in the fast lane, and they all went around the washer into the left breakdown lane. Folk were swerving everywhere.
We proceeded slowly, avoiding debris. A bit further along, we saw a guy in a white pickup truck sitting in the right breakdown lane, with a dryer in his pickup bed. I'm not sure how he lost the washer, because he had those bungee-cord ties wrapped around his dryer so he was apparently taking precautions, but it had to be his. It was a Maytag. It's probably no use calling that lonely repair guy, though; I doubt the warranty covers highway damage.
We're going east on I-20 in the middle lane when I yell at her, "Shit in the road!" She slammed on brakes and we got stopped, while some other people stopped and others swerved around madly. There was a washing machine sitting exactly in the middle of the fast lane, and washing machine packaging (cardboard box fragments, that cloudy foamy plastic that appliances are wrapped in, styrofoam packing and assorted debris) were everywhere, and dividing and blowing more places as people hit them. Several vans from the same company were convoying in the fast lane, and they all went around the washer into the left breakdown lane. Folk were swerving everywhere.
We proceeded slowly, avoiding debris. A bit further along, we saw a guy in a white pickup truck sitting in the right breakdown lane, with a dryer in his pickup bed. I'm not sure how he lost the washer, because he had those bungee-cord ties wrapped around his dryer so he was apparently taking precautions, but it had to be his. It was a Maytag. It's probably no use calling that lonely repair guy, though; I doubt the warranty covers highway damage.
2 Comments:
That dude is just lucky nobody killed themselves on his ill-restrained large appliance. Yikes! Glad you and your mom are okay. I once had a king size mattress come flying off the van in front of me, tumbling end over end through the air toward my car on the highway. I never downshifted so quick!! Thank God it wasn't a box spring eh?
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Anonymous, at 8:14 PM
That's scary! For a while, as in several years, I wouldn't go anywhere on I-285 - like, I'd leave an hour earlier to go some circuitous route that wouldn't involve any part of 285, because every time I was on that highway something flew from up ahead and hit my car, either cracking the windsheild or ruining the front spoiler or something. I still don't like it, but I'll drive on it short distances.
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Helly, at 9:52 PM
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