Tom’s truck burns in front of him…

I can honestly say I never thought anything I’d ever own would go up in flames. And if it did, I certainly had hoped I wouldn’t be relegated to watching it melt—something I worked hard for turning to ash right in front of me.

So when I was at the bank and I heard some lady yell “That truck is on fire”, naturally I didn’t expect it to be mine. Sure enough, it was aflame and not the sort of fire you might sit near with a stick and a marshmallow.

People frantically moving their cars away from my inferno, customers scared to go outside in case the truck explodes, sirens roaring in the distance- all I could really do was sit in the lobby and laugh.

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