Aaron and I visited Smurf and Sarah in Pullman last weekend. We had a great time catching up and doing all sorts of things. We went to see Pixar's "Up", which was pretty fun.
But as with all visits, it came to an end. Aaron and I packed up the car, hugged the natives goodbye, and drove off over the horizon.
Then we were pulled over by a cop. We hadn't noticed that the speed limit had changed, and thus were speeding. It was blazing hot, and we had to wait in the car for what seemed like forever while the policeman went and logged some variety of information.
Fortunately the policeman was understanding. We were strangers to this town, after all. And he gave us some directions we already had.
So off we went yet again. Aaron and I had a grand time talking about all manner of things, but particularly how I've actually become very judgmental of people based on appearance (it turns out that if you dress "nicely" or "trendy", then I'm far more likely to write you off as someone not worth knowing; but if you dress strangely or simply haven't put particular effort into your appearance, then I'm more likely to want to get to know you).
In any case, while we were talking we ended up on the down-side of a hill. Aaron then discovered something quite strange.