One of the sentences I hope never to be on the receiving end of is “And they had to send another driver out to recover the truck in Vegas.”

I get this image of a cartoon-style anthropomorphic moving van, bellied up to a craps table, cupping the dice in one tire, yelling “C’mon seven!” The dice are rolled and come up snake eyes, and the croupier imperterurbably uses his stick to sweep away your television set.

Obviously, there are some problems with scale here. But I dream in old Warner Bros. ‘toons.