This truck was parked right in front of me and required I walk around its massive butt to get to the other side. It’s that whole, “Explosives” part that got to me. As I walked past the truck, which had those warnings on pretty much every open bit of space, I had all these images of it suddenly blowing up, or the driver lighting his ciggie and causing a chain reaction and it blows up, or a car plowing into it and then it blows up, or I just cough and the truck decides it’s been a slow day and blows up anyway! Sometimes an active imagination is a terrible thing indeed!
