Oh well, all the important stuff is shipped Express anyways.
Official Ground Accident Report from Driver:
Me an Skeeter wuz truckin along the superslab going about 75 when Skeeter dun spotted a possum. Not jest any possum, but a big, fat, juicy one. I sez, "Hey Skeet, ah'll nick em' and you go scoop him up when he'z ded". Skeeter sez" Okay, Bubba, thass a good idear".
So I don it and flattened that possum liken a flapjack. But when ah did, ah done steered to far to the right, and then my rear wiggle wagon done come around and pushed me into the ditch!
Ah told the Hiway Patroll that it was that dastardly possums falt, and he jest laffed and sez, "I heard that one last week from another Ground driver. You'll have to do better than that".
So Skeeter and me went back to the truck and climbed in thru the windshiled cuzzin the door wasn't werkin so good and we cum up with another idear. Then I told the officer that I had sneezed when I dun grabbed a wad of chew, and had plum lost control". So the officer sez" I've heard that one too,maybe we ought to have you take a Breathalyzer test".
So then me and Skeet dun went back to the rig and hid our jar of shine, but that officer were a smart one and he'd already taken a pitcher with his smartyphone.
I done felt jus like that squashed possum.