This morning as I got onto the west-bound highway to head to work, I saw some people ahead of me tapping their brake lights. I could see a SUV sitting on the left side of the road with its hazard lights on, but it didn't seem to be damaged or in trouble. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself how annoying it is that people brake and slow down traffic for every little thing on the side of the road.
Half a second later, though, I realized that lying in the grass median 100 feet away from this SUV was a crushed semi truck on its side. It looked like dinosaur bones looming over my side of the highway. It was so startling to me that I did an audible gasp and put my hand over my mouth (you know, like in the movies… except this was a real reaction). I probably even braked a bit like everybody else. Traffic going east-bound was backed up for a mile or so, and it looked like a huge mess. I immediately thought of the truck driver and I wondered if he was okay.
I kept thinking about the driver, so I looked it up when I got to work. Little did I know the driver walked away from the accident, and he even left behind something pretty hilarious:
80,000 pounds of frozen chicken all over I-64.
It's no wonder that SUV had pulled over. He was probably trying to get a great deal on some discount poultry.