Tonight, on the way home from Wichita, I had to make a very odd phone call. Two, actually. The first was to Chris. It went something like this:
Me: "Hey, Honey, who would you call, hypothetically speaking, if you noticed a cow standing in the middle of the highway?"
Chris: ...(long pause) "I guess you'd need to call "*55" for Highway Patrol."
Me: "Do Highway Patrol officers pick up rogue cows?"
Chris: "No, but they do know who to call to get them picked up." ...(another long pause)... "We're not really talking hypothetical, are we?"
Me: "Nope, gotta go call the Highway Patrol!"
Chris: (as I'm hanging up) "Do NOT bring the cow home! Did you hear---"
So I called the Highway Patrol hot-line. The dispatcher answered. I explained my conundrum about the cow. She replied with, "Is it brown?" It was, so I assume that she'd seen it too. She said someone was on the way to remove it. It didn't look like it wanted to be removed. I didn't tell her that. Then I hung up and laughed until I nearly hurt myself.