Sunday dinners are not usually too exciting at our house, but the one today sure was. We were sitting at the table and noticed a semi truck stop on the freeway right behind our house. We didn't think anything of it at first because we see an occasionally policeman pull someone over for speeding there.
The driver of the semi got out and started smacking the tires with his jacket. At first I just thought he was mad and throwing some kind of tantrum, but then I thought I saw a spark. Del grabbed our fire extinguisher and ran up to the freeway. Sure enough, a fire had started underneath the front of the truck bed, and the driver was trying frantically to beat it out. They used the extinguisher to douse it, and then the fire truck showed up and made sure it was completely out. The driver was from South Africa and had a thick accent and beautiful dark skin. He was so grateful to Del for helping him put out the fire because if he hadn't shown up to help the truck could have been destroyed very quickly. We were sure glad we had a fully charged extinguisher because he was able to drive the truck away and finish his delivery.
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