A Handy thing to know

“C’mon back!” I shouted, waving my arms around pretending to be one of those people who direct airplanes out of the boarding gates with glow-wands. The travel trailer inched toward me, edged left, over-corrected right and was undeniably about to take out the carport.

“Stop! WHOA!” I shouted and jumped around the trailer to pound on its side.

The rig rocked to a halt and the pickup truck’s driver doo…