Actually, It was pretty scary.
It was late, I was tired. It had been my day to drive- my mom had taken the afternoon shift, but I had had the morning and night shifts.
We were on our way from Sacramento to San Francisco- because that's totally on the way to Disney (look on a map), and it was really late. We were driving on a really dark stretch of freeway and we were the only car in the area. I was scanning the overhead signs to make sure I didn't miss the freeway interchange I needed.
Suddenly, my mom started gasping-
And I screamed. Because right in front of me was a HUGE white thing. And I had no time to miss it. And I hit it. And it was loud. And big. And scary.
I pulled to the side of the freeway, turned off my car, and promptly began to hyperventilate.
Turns out the police knew it was there.
Turns out they knew it was a couch.
Turns out that when we left 15 minutes later, the police still had not arrived to remove the tattered remains of the white sofa.
There is minimal damage to my dad's newish car. Sorry, dad.
Here's where it gets funny.
The next night we were driving into LA when my mom suddenly changed lanes.
"Why are you driving like there's a couch on the road?!"
"Slow down, you never know when a couch is going to jump out at you...."
"Wow! Your car looks like sh*t! What did you do? Hit a couch in the road?"
We had the WORST case of giggles as the ridiculousness of hitting a couch on the road hit us.
Next Thanksgiving when someone starts talking about some freeway incident, I'm going to blurt out, "Couch in the road!" And watch while mashed potatoes come spewing out of my mom's mouth while the company scratches their head and tries to figure out why that is so funny.