As typical, my pride was killing me until I came to work and a buddy of mine shared this one. His father-in-law purchased a brand new, BRAND NEW, coach with custom paint job. Was convoying and everyone stopped for fuel. He purchased fuel like all the others and was back on the road. He travels another 200 miles to his campground and backs into his site. He gets out of his TV, surveys his park job only to realize part of his fender skirt along with ALL the skirting to the back of his coach has been torn off and is gone. Part way up the fiberglass body, running parallel is a yellow paint transfer from the fender to the end. He never felt a thing. After beating himself up for the rest of the trip, he assumed it occurred at the fuel station and stopped there on his return trip back home. Before he got a word out, when he walked in the station door, the attendant asked him if he had returned to pick up the other half of his trailer he had left there. Now guys, I've done a lot, but that made all my anger with myself go away. Now that's some funny stuff right there. 200 miles only to find half your trailer missing and you have no idea what happened. lol