Today, I had lunch with a group of folks from, well, let's just say - North of here. I dressed up in one of my most impressive suits. Polished shoes, combed hair - the works.
We had a very productive meeting and lovely meal at a grand Greek place.
As we were leaving - and all piled into one person's car to return to where we'd been meeting - the driver pulled up to the dumpster behind the restaurant - and jumped out of the car.
All would have ended well if I'd not asked - out loud - "what's she gonna do? go to the bathroom?"
I don't know if this betrays me as a creature of the wild - or as having lived in the south too long - or perhaps that I'm now fully a local of my very small, rural community. sigh.