When truth sits in the wrong seat | Chuck's World
Last updated 4/19/2017 at Noon
A friend and I used to hit the road every summer. The first trip was spontaneous and then routine snuck into the backseat, so warm weather would arrive and our thoughts turned to the highway.
I sometimes refer to these as camping trips, although the more I think about it I’m sure there was nothing resembling a camp. We’d share a cabin or a hotel room, walk on the beach, explore new towns, and just generally catch up on our lives.
It was on one of these trips, a long driving day and nothing to do but talk, that I first heard the joke. My buddy told it to me, prefacing the whole thing b...