On our way home from Best Buy, stopped at a red light.
Noah: Are you seeing this?
Me: You mean that pasty white kid in a wife-beater pumping gas into that old black car with a red and white checkered flag painted across the hood and front doors?
Noah: No, I mean that grown man standing in his driveway, ineptly twirling that large stick like a bow staff.
Me: So...there's a lot going on at this intersection.