The husband and I went to lunch with our boss last week. The restaurant had those TVs that are mounted to the ceiling, and at one point my husband and my boss were distracted by a NASCAR-type race. Only instead of NASCAR cars racing around the track, it looked more like matchbox cars with trays mounted to the top of them.
We watched them for a bit, as they took a series of continual left turns, until I decided to ask a question.
“There aren’t actually people in those cars, are there?”
I could tell immediately from the look on my husband and my boss’s face, that this wasn’t the most astute question I could have asked.
“What was the question?” my husband asked me.
Alarm bells were going off in my head, and I knew it was a bad idea to repeat the question, but I was already committed at this point.
“There aren’t any people in those cars?” I asked again, trying to make it sound like I knew the question was ridiculous and was just testing them to see if they knew.
They weren’t buying it. Chris’s eyebrows went up. “Yes, there’s people in them.”
“Can you actually fit a person in those cars? They look so tiny.”
“How do you think they get around the track?”
“Um, remote control?”
