I went out into the garage this morning, to start up my truck (a 79 lifted Chevy Silverado named Jack), to take him into town for a service. There was a cardboard box sitting on his hood, so I just backed out of the garage, leaving the box there.
I jumped out and grabbed the box, to move it back into the garage. As I picked it up, I really wished I’d worn my brown pants! I thought I was in the Twilight Zone for a second. The damned box was talking!
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It turns out Steph was cleaning the garage, and left the box on my truck. Somewhere inside the box is one of her grandson Dillan’s toys.
I still haven’t looked inside, I’m too freaked out!