Driving home from supper the other day with my brother-in-law, my lovely and vivacious wife and I experienced the worst traffic-jam we had ever witnessed. Coming from a larger metropolitan area, we had seen our fair share of snarls, but this one was the worst.
Of course, my brother-in-law, originally from the gridlocked, urine-drenched gutters of New Jersey scoffed at our amazement.
It wasn’t until the next day that we learned the cause of our traffic woes: It seems that a truck carrying pig parts lost its cover while driving on the interstate, losing some of its cargo before pulling over. The pig-parts on the highway tied up traffic for hours. (There’s a sentence I never thought I’d type.)