Outside of our house where a large limb of our city tree still sits, awaiting cutting and disposal by the city. Participants are unknown to us.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know!”
“Did we hit something?”
“Oh. My. God!”
“What? WHAT?”
“We’re parked on a fucking tree.”
Gee, what was your first clue? The illumination of said tree by your headlights? The feeling of going off-roading while on a paved city street? The loud crunch of wood?