I Crack Myself Up

I followed a WSDOT truck to work today, and on the back it said “INCIDENT RESPONSE TEAM”.

But I misread it as “INDECENT RESPONSE TEAM”.

I started picturing 50 and 60 year old workers with hairy beer bellies, in hard hats, yellow vests and thongs, hopping out of the truck, bustling around to respond to this incident.

I laughed out loud in my car. Then I re-read the truck and laughed even harder.

Now, why is that I didn’t think of buff, young, 20 somethings hopping out of this truck?

Interesting.
I’ll have to talk to my therapist about that.