Molt: How does it look? [At this point he is still driving and thinks he just scraped the top and maybe Budget won't notice]
ME: You better pull over. Right now.
It could be worse. I could be decapitated, along with my mom, who was riding with me, by flying metal. But, thankfully, everything hung onto the truck and, amazingly, none of our belongings flew out (in fact, we finally got our stuff back yesterday and practically nothing is broken!). I am grateful. But I wish it hadn't been on the NY/CT state line. This means: 1 citation from CT for driving a truck on the parkway, 1 citation from NY for driving a truck on a parkway, and 1 citation from NY for hitting a bridge - did you know you could get a ticket for hitting a bridge? Oh, and about 4 cop cars surrounding us until 2am. Good times. Here are some visuals:
This is looking into the truck up towards the sky - which, as you can see, is visible above our mattress. Incidentally, it rained the night after we got all our stuff out of the truck. Phew. That was close.
Hopefully, Molt will soon recover from his fear of low-clearance bridges - he winces everytime we go under one.