A few weeks ago I was driving my rig along I-80 in Pennsylvania. Now, if you've never driven across there, it is all up and down hills. Well, I was loaded pretty heavy so every time I would start up a grade I would slow down. (That pesky gravity thing, ya know).
As I would slow, this other driver would come shooting past me, obviously loaded light. He would put on his signal and come over in front of me. As we would start down the next grade I would pass him again. This went on for a few miles, and then we started up yet another grade. As we neared the top of the grade where there's a sign that reads "Highest point on I-80 east of the Mississippi" he yet again put on his signal and came over in front of me. Only, this time he went off on the shoulder, through the guard rail and down into the trees rolling his rig up on it's side.
Needless to say, I was horrified. I immediately stopped my rig on the shoulder and ran down to see if he was hurt. As I neared his rig he was just climbing up out of the driver's window. I said "Man! are you ok? What happened? Did you blow a tire?"
He says, "No, that damned turn signal stuck on me again"