So in 1998 a drunk and high truck driver drove an 18 wheeler right through her house. My Mom and My aunt (who since has passed) were upstairs of the old house. The truck collapsed and the house started on fire. All rooms collapsed except for the part of the floor with the two old ladies. The firemen got them both out without injury but the house was a loss. Well the truck was carrying oranges. The insurance company put my mom and my aunt up in an apartment until they settled the house loss. I went over to visit them and my mom goes look. She opens up the fridge, every inch packed with oranges. Mom says, "Your aunt and I figured they owed us that much"

crazy old woman