This morning I was driving into work with Sara ad Titus. While still in my neighborhood I noticed all the trash and recycle bins on the street. I aimed my car at one and sped up and then dodged it.

I turned to my wife and said, “Don’t you ever want to ‘POW’ hit one of those.”


“I do, but I want it to be filled with confetti and golf balls.”

“Why gof balls?”

“Because it will make a huge mess, they’d be bouncing everywhere.”

“Why not tennis balls, they’re softer and the car won’t get damaged.”

“First of all, golf balls bunce better on the street. Second of all, this is my fantasy, I don’t care about the car.”

“I’m really thankful that hitting a recycle bin filled with confetti and golf balls is what you consider a fantasy…”