A hunting party, hopelessly lost in the mountains, blamed their guide for leading them astray.
“You told us you were the best guide in Colorado!” they cried.
“I am,” he said, “but I think we’re in Wyoming now.”
We were at a red light when a car pulled up, its music blasting.
“He’ll be deaf before he’s 25,” I said.
“That won’t help us,” my wife replied. “He’ll only turn it up.”