6. CodeMechanic

My friend’s dad used to haul shopping carts from Western Washington to Eastern Washington for repair, then bring repaired ones back. He did this driving a semi with trailer.

One summer my friend rode with him and told me about what happened on a stretch of rural highway.

They’re on the road and my buddy is starting to doze off. Ahead in the middle of the road is a box. He dad says “Hey, want me to hit that box?” and he just kinda grunts and shrugs, then closes his eyes.

A few seconds later he wakes up because the rig is screaming to a stop and his dad is yelling something while he jumps out. He (my friend) doesn’t know what the hell is going on. He gets out his side of the cab and looks back down the road where his dad is running. His dad is chasing and yelling at two little kids. The box is kicked up sideways. The kids were in the damn box. He swerved around it at the last second because he “felt weird” about the box. It was 14 years ago he told me about this. I have never driven over a bag or a box since then.