Randy and I agree on most things. Except for when we don’t.

For instance, he is completely cool with the idea of buying a hearse for our personal use. By personal use, I mean for transportation, not for hauling dead bodies. We’ve never done that.

We saw a hearse painted in Cincinnati Bengals colors. I still don’t get it. Are they fans or do they really hate the Bengals?

Randy: I would buy a hearse. That would be cool. If I could get a hearse for 2000.00, I would get one.

Me: Fuck that, no way we’d get a hearse.

Randy: Why not?

Me: Well, for one, they’ve had multiple dead bodies in them. I don’t want the family car to bear the traces of dead bodies and embalming fluid.

Randy: They were in a casket, not a leaky specimen jar.

Me: No fucking way. You realize if we bought a hearse then that changes everything. We’d have to be willing to cross over from the quirky, yet socially acceptable weird people and go to the truly weird side. I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of commitment.

Randy: What if we got big Mag wheels? Or hydraulics? We’d get some loud speakers and we’d be in our low ride hearse, hopping down the street.

Me: Okay, that would be pretty cool.

I really don’t think I would agree to get a hearse. But I am ready to admit that I would at least consider it. And, I’m obviously coming around to the idea of going ahead and joining the ranks of the truly eccentric.