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First, background and a confession: Sapphire Silk, while you were gone last weekend I borrowed your truck to take that bunch of carpet in my garage to the dump. I put air in your tire while I was out, though. 
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So I drive up to the dump with my Evil Princess sitting beside me to help unload. The place has a new facility with a sweet setup that's much better than their old layout. You drive your vehicle up on the scales and that puts the driver parallel with the office so you can speak to the cashier at her window without having to get out of your vehicle. So I roll down my window to find out where to dump the carpet and the lady asks me what kind of vehicle I'm driving. I look her dead in the eyes and reply in my best obliviously helpful voice:
"A truck."
The cashier just waits politely for my braincells to kick in while my daughter busts up laughing. When the neurons start firing, I give her the answer she's looking for and tell her the make and model of the truck.
As I drove away I could hear Bill Engval's voice in my head: "Here's your sign."
/bg + confession
So I drive up to the dump with my Evil Princess sitting beside me to help unload. The place has a new facility with a sweet setup that's much better than their old layout. You drive your vehicle up on the scales and that puts the driver parallel with the office so you can speak to the cashier at her window without having to get out of your vehicle. So I roll down my window to find out where to dump the carpet and the lady asks me what kind of vehicle I'm driving. I look her dead in the eyes and reply in my best obliviously helpful voice:
"A truck."
The cashier just waits politely for my braincells to kick in while my daughter busts up laughing. When the neurons start firing, I give her the answer she's looking for and tell her the make and model of the truck.
As I drove away I could hear Bill Engval's voice in my head: "Here's your sign."
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