|This story is an oldy but a
goody, occurring sometime over a year ago in California:
Mark and Claire
took a walk on Sunday that ended up something like this:
M: "I don't want to walk back down this hill just to walk back up ours.
There must be a way across."
C: "I think we're on the wrong hill, though."
M: "Let's get off the road and follow this deer path. If the deer can go
this way, we can."
C: "Yes, but I don't think there's a guarantee that the deer head for our
M: "That's true."
C: "And deer are a lot shorter than us."
M: "Let's go this way."
--10 muddy minutes later--
C: "All I said was, 'I want to go for a walk.'"
M: "I know."
C: "I see a parking structure."
M: "Do you think it's open on both sides?"
C: "O my god we're on our street."
M: "I'm a genius." **
C: "You're a genius."
** This last part is made up. Claire did call him a genius, but Mark did
not volunteer that information about himself.