I was sitting on a bench in front of my driveway watching the sun disappear. I was there for half an hour before my neighbor Bradyn pulled up in her Explorexcuradventure with her little brother in the passenger seat, rolled down the window and demanded to know what I was doing.

The message was clear. Any action we take must, MUST be some means to an end, we must ALWAYS, AAAAALLLLLWWWWAAAAAYYYSSS be doing something productive and logical. If something doesn't fit into the standard equation of daily, monotonous, routine life, it must be questioned, scrutinized and avoided.

"I am sitting on a bench."

"Why?"

I stared at them for a good while before walking over and climbing through the passenger window onto the dashboard.

"Drive."