You know, a month or so ago I was in CRW. I called for the hotel van to come pick me up. The driver was on time, courteous, a smooth driver, and could hold a decent conversation. We made it most of the way there and things are kind of winding down. Then, he asks me, "you know, man, what's up with these chemtrails I see up in the sky? They're everywhere and it's so obvious what they're doing. Just give me a straight answer."
I had to hold it in. I just didn't know how to answer that question. I tried with the scientific route. That didn't go over well. I tried other options. No luck. Finally, I just went with the, "I don't know. I don't fly airplane's that big. Mine don't make trails like those do."
He came back with, "good answer, man."
Things got kind of quiet for the next hundred feet while he pulled into the lot. He got out, grabbed my bags, and gave me the help I needed. I still tipped him because he did his job well. I'll just remember that van ride for the rest of my life.