Why did I keep hearing the fire fighter song just stop, drop and roll while driving behind the dump truck of dirt, debris and disgusting other things? ‘Cuz it kept dropping stuff as it went around every bend on Bascom Avenue!
It was dropping, the stuff was rolling, but I slowed down, didn’t stop. Bruh, it was tough not to stop but it is a residential road that gets lots of traffic so I had to keep rolling, while the stuff was rolling. Although it felt like a video game. The Frogger days when ya dodged things and sprung the other way. Then the wipers went into full effect to avoid splatters.
Reliving the scene makes me kinda throw up in my mouth. Not sure what the “stuff” was that was dropping out of the back. Don’t wanna know. May have gotten the plate number to avoid a repeat sitch. Plus, I am smart, this is why I am 99 percent of the time in the passenger seat. Head down, eyes closed if need be. I am no dummy, ya jagoff!
