Pallets fell out of the truck and I crashed into a pole!
I'm driving down a dirt road—it's all potholed and bumpy. A truck is trudging ahead, its bed simply littered with wooden pallets. It's immediately obvious: nothing's properly secured; everything bounces on every bump. I tell myself, "If only he'd at least secured the pallets..."
And literally a second later, one pallet flies out of the bed. I swerve sharply to the right and miraculously avoid it. But before I can catch my breath, the second one falls out. I have to swerve sharply to the left. And at that very moment, another pallet flies out of the bed. I realize there's no escape on the right side, so I swerve even harder, the car skids, and I crash into a pole at full speed.
I get out of the car in complete shock, and look—the front end is smashed, my spirits are at an all-time low. And then the same truck stops. The driver gets out, approaches me, and says something that leaves me speechless:
"Dude, what are you standing there for? Haven't you seen the pallets?"
And so, a routine trip along a bumpy road turned into a survival quest involving pallets, a pole, and a man who had no idea what had happened.