I found a perfectly good 4' stepladder on the way into Boston. Then a couple years later, on the same stretch of road, that same 4' stepladder flew out of the back of my truck. I watched it in the rear view mirror as it spun down the expressway, careening onto the grassy median. Unlike the day I'd found it, there was lots of traffic. So, there was no way I was stopping. Thankfully, it didn't hit anyone. I felt lucky on both days.
