I was walking down the street the other day when I saw a friend of mine sitting on the curb beside his car. I noticed one of the car's tires was slashed, so I asked him what happened. "I ran over a milk bottle," he said. "A milk bottle!" I cried. "They're pretty big; why didn't you steer around it?" "Ah," he replied, "the damn kid had it hidden under his jacket."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)