I was just hoping he didn’t hit a bump in the road. That pile of watermelons is taller than the sides of that truck.
Apparently, trucks carrying watermelons are a common site in Maryland. How very lovely, but my mind raced as I imagined a giant watermelon hurdling through my windshield like a meteor racing toward Earth.
I slowed down. Quickly. And moved lanes.
I might have issues, but stranger things have happened to me while driving.
One time a deer jumped headfirst into the third row of my minivan while I was on my way back from soccer with my son, Hank.
That’s deer fur lining the frame of what used to be my 3rd row window of my Honda Odyssey. That blue carseat is where Hank was sitting when the buck with massive antlers jumped through his window, barely scraping his cheeks and landing on the far side of the back seat.
I’m pretty sure the McDonald’s Happy Meal I had just ordered for Hank saved his life. On that night he was consumed with his chicken nuggets and fries instead of wiggling around in his carseat.
He walked away with a few scrapes and cuts, mostly from the window bits.
After the firemen cleaned up up, he turned to me and asked me if he could eat the rest of his chicken nuggets and fries. I told him we would get some new ones.
We were so lucky.
So…when I see a bunch of watermelon piled up high on the back of a small truck…as quaint as it might be…I am getting out of Dodge.
No one messes with my babies on the road.