It was New Years Eve and the Tattler had planned to spend the evening ringing in the New Year at the Corner Brewery. Suddenly the Tatts phone rang about 7:30p, it was the Ypsilanti Fire Department. They had a mess on I-94 and asked the Tatt to come down and help out.
When the Tatt got there, it was a mess. A semi-truck had hit the bridge and sliced the back 15 feet off the trailer. Thousands of eggs had poured out across all three lanes and part of the east bound on-ramp. Hazmat crews were on the scene but nothing in the manual told them what to do with broken eggs on the roadway that were quickly freezing.
The Tatt told YFD they called the wrong tatt, they needed a chicken expert, and there was only one chicken man in town, Peter Thomason.
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