When I first moved to North Carolina, the laws and regulations applying to hauling diesel fuel and driving farm tractors on busy highways were pretty lax, to say the least! My coworker, Mike, and I needed fuel, so we hooked up this ratty old trailer to our work truck and went to the gas station to fill it up with diesel. The trailer was in bad shape, it actually leaked a little fuel as it rode down the highway. We filled up and then we headed for the gas station exit which was usually pretty easy to get out of, but not this day! We sat and sat, and I started getting really pissed, I had WORK TO DO!!!
Finally, I told Mike, “Fuck it! I am going”, and I pulled out in front of this lady in an Acura. She started throwing her hands in the air and flashing her lights at me. I got pissed! I was flipping her the bird and putting my head out the window and yelling obscenities! Things calmed down, but she still looked pissed, I got an evil glare each time I looked in my rear view. We rode for a few miles in bumper to bumper traffic on a two lane road. Up ahead of us, Mike saw all of the cars turning and said, “I think we are being detoured”? I was so wrapped up in the lady behind me that I failed to notice that the line of cars was turning in to the cemetery! I had just busted into a funeral procession with a leaky tank of diesel fuel, and had flipped off one of the mourners! I worked with Mike for six more years and every time we passed a funeral procession, we both could not control ourselves, we would start laughing. To this day, I wish I could explain to that woman that we did not realize that it was a funeral! Oh my tortured life!!