This afternoon, as I was driving home from a job interview, I found myself behind a truck with the following bumper sticker stuck to its rear window:
What if everyone in the world just farted?
Of all the bumper stickers from which one has to choose, of all the sentiments one might wish to share with his or her fellow drivers, that’s the one this person paid good money for? Sheesh.
Personally, I don’t have any bumper stickers on my car — for much the same reason, I think, that I don’t have any tattoos. (If that makes any sense.) Of course, bumper stickers have the benefit of not being permanent…