:eek:
Myself and a friend were transporting his and his wife's stuff in the biggest Ryder truck you can rent. We were going downhill through the mountains south of Chatanooga and suddenly there was a bigfoot on the side of the road. Dave had been sleeping and woke up just as I started to put the brakes on. First thing he sees is this huge thing headed at him and he yells at the top of his voice"OHHHHHOWAAWAA!!!, What in the **** was that! At the same time he is climbing the back of the seat with his butt cheeks. It was plain as day what it was, we had not drank a single drop, and I was wide awake and not at all tired.
When I slammed the brakes on, I did over ten thousand dollars to the load of his wife's antiques that were in the back. I think I should have hit the bigfoot, because Sandy was going to kill us, because most of the antiques were her mom's.
Insurance did pay for it.
Sandy still wanted to kill us for a long time.