Third Man Out

The other day I was driving on the freeway and I saw a car disabled on the right shoulder. I live in the Central Valley, so it was a rather LARGE shoulder consisting of dirt and a small field. Two men were working on the car, appearing to pour water on what I can assume was the radiator. The other man was playing soccer. By himself. Juggling and such.

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong.
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

Did you guess which thing was not like others?
Did you guess which thing just doesn't belong?
If you guessed this one is not like the others
Then you are absolutely...right!

Man #3 playing soccer - while his two buddies fix the car - does not belong.

This is not about knowledge of cars, my friends. I know very little about cars, and what I do know I learned from sketchy Montecito Shell gas station attendants who ended up solving mine and Lindsey's car problems for free. (Its amazing how well the dumb blonde routine actually works...and you just thought it was joke material!) Anyway, even if you know nothing about cars, you can still help. Do what I do: stand around the open hood and nod your head in agreement; fetch water or other supplies out of the trunk when asked; and if you're feeling brave, every once in a while throw in some words like "catalytic converter" or "warranty coverage." Do not take out the soccer ball because you have some down time to brush up on your skills. I can assure you this man walked home.

Note: This blog series is dedicated to my sister and brother-in-law, with whom we often play the game "One of These Things is Not Like the Others." Thanks Jenn and Evan!