Hmmmm, I recall no Washer story...
I do however remember helping move a refrigerator out of your sister's second floor appartment. We go it to the top of the stairs your father behind, me in front, on the downside and the next thing I know the dang thing is chasing after me knocking me into the shrubbery. I never knew I could run backwards down a flight of stair so fast...Was that what you were thinking of?
There is a time when a truck carrying port-a-potties lost one in front of me while driving down the freeway - that was a bizzar road hazard, but was mostly plastic though potentially ****-filled.
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