On a warm summer evening my grandma, little brother, and I were driving home from Wal-Mart. There was a truck in front of us. That truck was carrying items you might buy to remodel a bathroom: sink, bathtub, etc. Then, there was a gust of wind, and without warning, the bathtub flew out of the truck. My grandma swerved to the right and barely dodged the flying bathtub. It landed with an explosion of splinters and fiberglass. My grandma stopped to see if they knew that their bathtub was lying in the street, but they were already picking up the bathtub’s pieces. BEWARE OF FLYING BATHTUBS … because one might fall out of the sky, or a truck.
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