I'm on a hot, crowded bus.
Two grungy men sit in front of me. One has a small suitcase.
"Here is what we'll do" he says. "We will get off the bus. We will find a watering hole. We will get a big, cold beer. And we will color".
He opens a smidgen of the suitcase, revealing dozens of coloring books.
"You color inside the lines" he instructs. "I will color outside, and by end of the day we will see how we are doing."
He pulls out two packages of crayons from his jacket pocket. He hands one over.
"This is yours. It's new. All I did was throw out the pink one. I don't believe in pink."
This is why I don't drive into work.