I’m visiting my cousin Doug in San Francisco right now. Walking near the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge, Doug’s wife wondered out loud if the pavement-melting Volvo SUV, packed with all of the detritus of a suburban family with two children, was locked. Her 7-year-old daughter noted that “they can’t steal it without the key”. Mom responded that they can steal what’s inside. The little girl said “at least that would clean it out.”
After enjoying a Vietnamese meal in the Richmond, rebuilding our energy after a visit to the House of Air trampoline park, we all went to the de Young Museum for the Picasso show. Mom and her daughters went off independently while Doug and I concentrated on a couple of paintings. I had my arm around Doug’s shoulders for a while before thinking “When these other folks see two guys in the art museum arm-in-arm, their first thought is probably not ‘cousins'”.
[A separate interesting observation occurred while driving to lunch in Berkeley. A friend looked at a Berkeley student wearing a nose ring and asked “Why would anyone want to turn herself into an ox?”]
“Why would anyone want to turn herself into an ox?”
Perhaps some people know things about oxen that are not well-suited to common knowledge…
Of course it depends on whether the nose ring is through the side of the nose or through the septum.
A friend of mine has a Prince Albert. I suppose you could clip a leash to it and lead him around like that.