*my family walking on a street in Switzerland, meeting this
really nice guy and engaging in a civilized
conversation about the country*
Mom: *in
sassy condosending tone* So
what do you do here? Are you, like, a farmer?
Man: I'm
an orthopedic surgen.
Mom:
Man:
Me:
Trees:
Cows:
Barney:
Jesus:
Mom: Oh.
