nobody here at the soup is the dump truck
Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck. It moved like a slug with black lung. Belching God-awful noises. Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears... Every time a piece struck my grill. I'd winced like a stray dog cowering before a steel-toed world. I said a little prayer for my 10-year-old car. It was a long road, but it was finally over. The belching ceased. The devil truck was going one way; I was going the other. A pretty sunset was underway... The next morning, I checked for damage. A few chips and some small scrapes. I slowly straightened up. The moment felt quite blessed. And I smiled.
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