Mike and I were driving along the other day, when we ended up at a stoplight behind a raised pick-up truck. It had one bumper sticker, and that bumper sticker said:
Mike started giggling. And then he giggled harder. Then he couldn’t breathe because he was laughing so hard.
Me: “You know, Michael, I don’t know that I enjoy how hilarious you find that bumper sticker.”
Mike: “No no, that’s not it. It’s that that is his only bumper sticker. That’s it. That’s what he has to say.”
Me: “Huh. That’s a good point. He’s not asking for world peace, or letting everyone know that ‘Dog’ is his copilot. He’s saying, ‘Nope. Not me. You wanna know what I believe in? I believe in ‘no fat chicks.’ That’s what people need to know about me.’ Hey, what could he could possibly do for a living when that is the truck he drives to work. Where is it okay to have that bumper sticker in the employee parking lot?
Mike: “That’s what you drive to work at the steel factory, Meredith. He’s not a pediatrician.”