When I drove down to South Carolina about two weeks ago, I stopped at a gas station in West Virginia. It was around 10pm and I just stopped to use the facilities and get some change for the tolls. I went in and asked the man behind the counter for 2 dollars in quarters. While he was managing the register I looked at the items around me and saw a DVD of Jaws 3 "This time it’s personal" facing me. I almost laughed and said "YEA, so personal the shark followed the family on their vacation to warm water . . . after they arrived by plane. Like the shark has insiders at the family’s travel agency . . .YEA."
But then I decided not to.
Mostly because I didn’t know what the guy would say back. Or, if he did, what I’d say. So I took my change and asked where the bathroom was while I stared really hard at the DVD box. He probably thought Jaws 3 made me have to take a hard, mean, pee.