Excuse Me, Officer (If You See Something, Say Something)
Yes, Officer, a boulder. A granite boulder, headed down I-681. No, Officer, I’m sure it was not a person dressed as a granite boulder. No, Officer, I know my schist when I see it. No, Officer, I didn’t mean anything personal by that. Well, that’s the thing, Officer, this was not your standard run-of-the-mill commuting boulder. No, Officer. It just fell over into the middle lane and ate an entire Nissan Altima. And then, … hello, Officer? Hello?