The Haybale, the cop, and the truck driver that didn’t give two ****s

This literally just happened 20 minutes ago. I was on my way home from work driving on a 2 lane highway. I saw a giant haybale in middle of the 2 lanes and a woman cop by herself trying to move it. Every single car went around her to the left. I decided to pull over behind her cruiser and shouted out my window, “Do you need help?” She said “Oh my god, yes, thank you.” I hopped out of my car and went to go help her. This haybale was like 20 small ones tied together to form one giant 600 pound bale. Her and I had to start rocking it in order to flip it over and keep doing that til finally we were able to get it way off the road. I can’t believe not one other person stopped to help. Every single car went around us despite seeing her and I struggling to get it off the road. She was very grateful and said thank you and I ended up taking off.

My story doesn’t end here though. No, no, it doesn’t. You may have realized I said “and the truck driver that didn’t give 2 shits.” Well, I continued driving on the highway and like 10 minutes up the road I caught up to a haybale truck. I thought to myself no way this is the truck. I got closer and saw they were clearly missing one and the others weren’t strapped down because the ratchet strap was on the highway by the haybale the cop and I had just moved. I did everything I could to get their attention, laying on my horn, trying to get them to stop, putting myself in danger driving behind them to tell them their other bales aren’t strapped down. Finally, finally, they pulled over. The guy driving the truck was like “what? Why are you beeping at me? What’s up?” I then said, “dude, you lost a haybale way back on the highway by the McDonalds exit, a cop and I had to move it off the road and your other haybales aren’t strapped down now.” He didn’t say thank you, he didn’t say anything, other than, “oh yeah I’ll go back and get that” and then he pulled off.

What the actual \_\_\_??! If that was me I would’ve been freaking out but this guy didn’t seem to care at all. This literally could’ve caused an accident or killed someone, but yeah I guess “oh yeah I’ll go back and get that” is a good answer. I guess?

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