We are driving on the left side of a straight yellow line in the parking lot of the local Kohl’s.
Me: Are we in the wrong lane?
S: No. I think that’s the fire lane.
Me: Oh. Like at the hardware store?
S: Yes. (thoughtful pause) At least, I think so.
(20 yards pass)
Me: Well then that stop sign is for fire trucks.
Me again: IT’S LIKE WE’RE IN ENGLAND!
S: Thanks. (moves car into correct lane)
Me: Don’t worry about it. I used to do that all the time as a teenager. I’d be barreling down the road and suddenly yell WE’RE IN ENGLAND and swerve into the other lane.
S: (glances at me) I’m lucky you’ve survived this long.