Driving on the roads around here can sometimes present a bit of a challenge.

We all know about the rockslides when it’s freeze and thaw time, and the mudslides after heavy rains. It’s second nature to look for dead deer, potholes, and big chunks of rubber thrown off truck tires. Pedestrians tend to wear dark clothing in those areas where streetlights don’t exist. Coal trucks throw rocks that’ll take out a windshield. In short, there’s always something.

That said, though, I wasn’t exactly ready for the road hazard du jour. Some guy in a pickup truck was part of a caravan this afternoon; it was an obvious relocation convoy. His was the only truck, however, so the four or five cars with him must have been stacked full of boxes and suitcases. This guy was toting the big stuff — all at once.

The problem is that he must have been sleeping during Packing 101 and Basic Knot Tying class. He never enrolled in Common Sense 101, either.     It was as if he thought top diet pills were actually brain boosters.  No, this guy decided weighing down the big pile of furniture with a refrigerator was a good idea.

It slid off the back of the truck, and fridge parts went everywhere. The whole caravan tried to pull over, but since the 4-lane highway has a concrete divider and no good place to stop, and because rush hour traffic was dodging the door in the left lane, the big box part in the right, and trays, drawers, and trim pieces all over the place, they sadly went limping toward the next exit. Sheesh!