Oh goodness! You made me remember my husband and I unloading our boat at a ramp where a man was walking around, in the way, yapping at everyone who came in. "Gonna catch a biggun? You from around here? How long you going to stay? Got a good lookin' boat, is it new?....and on and on." My husband drove the boat off the trailer and was moving it to a loading area while I drove the truck up the ramp to a parking space. The ramp was steep and I gunned the truck. The man stepped in front of the trailer and leaned on it to talk just as I gunned it. I heard a scream but didn't see anyone until I got to the top of the ramp and saw that his shirt had gotten caught on the trailer and I had dragged him about 75 ft. up the ramp. The man was lying on the ramp with his t-shirt torn off, the skin peeled off his knees, arms and ribs, and in a mess of pain. I was so blazing mad I didn't offer an apology and just walked over to our boat, boarded and went fishing. We never saw him hanging out around that place again.




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Well, maytbe just exaggerate excessively.