Driving back to NY from working at a hotel in Florida over passover, my brother and I are trading off stints driving. At about 1am, I hand off to him somewhere in NC and fall asleep in the passenger seat. Maybe half an hour later: Car swerves, and I hear "Akiva, wake up! Wake up!" <internally> it

can't possibly be my turn to drive yet I wake up, lift the seat upright, and THERE ARE PIGS RUNNING ACROSS I-95. We just swerved to avoid hitting one. And next to us, a semi is driving ...