Friday afternoon, the president of the homeowners’ association knocked on my door.

When I opened it, he said, “Your truck just got crushed by a tree.”

I spent the rest of yesterday and today running around looking for a replacement.

Last night I delivered the punchline.

I went up and knocked on the HOA president’s door and said, “Laugh, The association’s maintenance truck got hit by a tree limb.”

I shit you not.