Reckon what’s in there? What am I right next to right now, at most of 80 mph? The green leather couch that a husband and wife fought for weeks over (and that continues to generate an occasional snide remark)? Aunt Trudy’s old clothes that someone didn’t take to goodwill in time, so he’s having to pay to move them? A broken grandfather clock that he’s been “just about to fix” for the past twelve years? Boxes of books that are 25% too heavy, just like all boxes of books are?
Have a good weekend. Be thankful you’re not moving.