I hate people.
Day off, woke up late, eatin breakfast. Get an alert that my closest yard has an F150 of my year that just got dropped off. Pictures show that its my mirror style, they show nice straight body lines, and best of all they show power windows and locks. Not something I have, but something I've wanted as long as I've had the truck. It even has nice seats and a center console which I might like to get.
I finish up my food, pack my tools and haul ass.
I get there, I'm almost giddy as I push my wheelbarrow full of tools to the row. I arrive on the driver's side and no one has gotten there yet! Completely intact!
I start looking at how to disconnect the wiring from the harness, then I wander over to the passenger side.
The trained monkey they have operating the forklift didn't know what the fuck they were doing and let the truck slide into the fence of the forklift. Entire passenger side is caved in. Its worse than my truck. Can't even open the door.
I just packed my shit and left.