Gee, that was “fun.” It’s not every day you get to dodge living room furniture on the freeway at 65 MPH.
To clarify: It was an easy chair, sitting in the middle of the road. The pickup in front of me slammed on its brakes to avoid it. I slowed down and tried to move into the next lane — around the car that was pacing me — so that I didn’t end up getting plowed into by the giant truck behind me. (It takes a long time for those things to stop!)
Why do I suddenly have visions of Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect trying to catch a piece of furniture on the cricket pitch?
And why is Eddie in the space-time continuum?