On a recent trip into the city we happen to get behind two trucks that carried a message. Or for our purposes today -- a sign.
For all the shouting this rig did about maintaining your distance. The driver of this truck actually merged onto the highway and cut us off in the process. 500 feet, heck no. He was within ten feet when he pulled into our lane. Fortunately, he had a tarp covering his load so there were no rocks flying.
I have to agree with every word on this telephone truck. But, our grandson was with us and ask "Who taught them how to spell. They forgot the "vowels"." Duh! And this is boy who runs out of texting minutes every month.