True story: I was leaving Eugene, OR, and there was a young man at the corner with a backpack and a smile. I haven’t picked a hitchhiker up maybe ever before, but I picked him up. He was with me for two hours as I headed to San Francisco and we figured out the reason…there’s a really big bridge over a gorge and my heart started beating so fast I said “Tell me a story, any story.” and he spent the next 15 minutes weaving an amazing tale about us going to Pluto for dinner and then finding out we were supposed to bring dinner from our planet. It was amazing and magical and I truly appreciated him. How does this relate? I told him THIS EXACT JOKE as I was accelerating up the freeway ramp.