This really happened:
I stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I pulled off the road and had to choose which pumps to go to. Instead of heading for the two pumps up front (the land of minivans and small cars) I wanted to go to the two pumps on the side (the pumps in the dirt where farmers and loggers go because there’s room for big trucks).
I paused as a rusty old F-150 backed across my path. It moved straight back from the minivan-pumps on my left to a little flat grassy spot on the right. No biggie.
Except nobody was driving. WTF?
A couple fellas at the diesel pumps watched with a big smile. I watched with a mixture of wonder and alarm.
When the truck stopped on the soft grass I pulled through.
“Did I just see that?” I said at the pumps.
“Yep, someone forgot about their parking brake.” One guy replied.
I tanked up and went inside to pay. I was passed by a confused looking gentlemen heading out; apparently his truck wasn’t where he left it.
“Did you see that?” I asked the teller.
“See what?” She said.
I glanced out to see the Ford heading for the highway.
“Uh…nothing.” I paid and left. Just another day of phantom trucks rolling around randomly. Nothing worth mentioning.