As Scott and I are tooling down the highway on our way to work Monday morning, we see a guy up ahead, standing next to his SUV, which is pulled over on the shoulder. Scott says, “That guy is peeing.” “No. He wouldn’t right there. (Guy, who was standing in a traditional peeing stance, but couldn’t possibly have been peeing RIGHT THERE, now very clearly zips up and starts to walk back to the driver’s side of his truck.) DUDE. There is a giant tree TWENTY FEET away.” Scott chuckles. “I bet he feels MUCH better now.” “I don’t get it! I mean, this isn’t exactly in the middle of nowhere. The exits are only a MILE apart. I can SEE Target from here!”
I still don’t understand.