I noticed one guy posted a car-related item...
It was around 1990, on the I-95 interstate in CT in my crappy '75 Nova and I come up on a traffic jam. Not unusual---but then I came up on the cause, an entire bed in the center lane, kind of laid out in a series: mattress, sideboards, headboards (no boxspring). Well, eastcoast drivers tend to be me-first, and I couldn't get left or right; so, I said screw it and drove over the mess. I few minutes later, I'm going along at around 60 mph with my tape deck booming out Bob Marley ("We're Jammin'"), and some guy starts honking at me and waving. WTF? So I turned down the tapedeck and heard this noise, kind of like "shhhhhcckkk". Looking out the window, I see that the mattress is sticking out from under the car.
I pulled over, yanked on the mattress, but it wouldn't budge; it had rolled up behind the front tires crosswise to the car, side rails inside like a jelly roll. So I put the jaclunder it and started cranking up, nd as soon as a little air got in it burst into flames! Sh*t!!. I knew that there was oil all over the engine, and that the car could burst into flames in a minute. So I cranked harder on the jack handle (anyone laughing yet?), got the mattress and boards loose, and and threw the mess on the embankment. Some of you may know that mattresses are hard to put out, especially soaked in oil, but I tried anyway. Stomped on it a little, no effect.
I was just walking around the front of the car to leave, and this young guy pulls up, jumps out, and starts to say: "Hey, you can't..." I cut him off with "It wasn't my mattress, and I didn't light it on fire". So he pulls out an extinguisher and puts it out, and then tells me that it cost him $20. I shrugged and left; driving away, I looked back, and he was standing there looking pissed.