The Great Cactus Caper
Once, I had to deliver a rare cactus to a botanist in Tucson. The sender told me it was more valuable than gold and more delicate than my grandma's china. I drove that truck like I was transporting nitroglycerin, dodging every pothole and speed bump. When I arrived, the botanist hugged the cactus like it was his long-lost child. Turns out, it was the last of its kind. Just call me the Cactus Whisperer!