The story is that this guy got all messed up on his favorite adult beverage, got in his truck, and promptly slammed into this light pole on his way to another bar. Given that what he was driving was RAM TOUGH, he simply sheared the pole off at the base while the steel bumper wrapped around it and pinched it securely to the front of the truck. Then, apparently unaware of all this, the guy drove another two and a half miles to the next bar, parked and stumbled in. The truck ran perfectly.
Back at the impound yard, it took multiple tugs with a backhoe to get the pole loose.
It always seems like my wife wants to give me instructions about something when I'm already deeply concentrating on some trivial thing, and I don't even hear what she's saying, let alone remember what she said.
Like right now for instance.....I'm hammering away on the keyboard, obviously doing something important, and she starts to tell me about some plant in the garden that she just watered because it was looking a little sickly, and that she didn't want me watering it again today because perhaps it was sickly because of overwatering it, or some such thing..