About ten years ago, I was riding my motorcycle across the 520 bridge, heading for my shitty job on the East side of the lake. I was riding in the left lane, and a landscaper's pick up was tooling along in the right.
I was moving faster than he was, and as I drew near him, an empty Rubbermaid ® 35 gallon trash can blew loose from the back of the truck. It tumbled up in the air, end over end, and then landed, open side down, about four feet to the right of me and my bike. If I'd been a little more to the right, if the can had flown a little further, it could have landed right on me. I would've been riding my motorcycle at 65, on a bridge, wearing a trash can.
A few months ago, I was driving my truck down to Portland, through heavy traffic. I saw traffic slowing and weaving ahead of me, and was startled to see an entire bedliner, sitting on I-5, between lanes three and four.
A few weeks ago, a piece of gravel fell out of the back of a dump truck, several car lengths ahead of me on the highway, and struck my windshield. Now there's a crack, slowly spreading across it.
I bring up these incidents to point out that, as others have suggested, shit happens. Driving down the road is all safe and fun up until the point it's not, and you're about to die. I feel terrible for that woman - she has to suffer 'cause some fucking idiot didn't secure their load properly. But it is emphatically not U-Haul's fault. They're just the ones with money.
It might be problematic from a legal stanpoint, but how 'bout handing the woman a baby sledge and a pair of needlenose pliers, and letting her take a million dollars out of the hide of whoever loaded the trailer?
But I guess we don't do that, because we're civilized. Hooray.