I won't bore you with a monologue on how I *feel* about panhandling versus busting your ass working for a living 6+ days a week, because then you might disagree and be like wow, you're really judgey, and I'd have to be all, well, don't read my blog, then, and then there'd be all this angst and we'd both think the other was being a jerk.
ANYWAY, there was this guy, for whatever reason, and it caused the following funny conversation in our car, after we went by.
Me: Dude, seriously? I thought panhandling was illegal in Idaho.
Teenager: Isn't that why it's called The Panhandle State?
Me: *laughing* No. We live in the Panhandle OF Idaho.
Teenager: Oh. Why is it called the Panhandle, then? I thought it was because of panhandlers.
Me: Because Idaho is kind of shaped like a pan, and this is like the pan handle.
Teenager: Idaho is the least pannish thing I've ever seen. It totally does not look like a pan.
|Come to think of it...she's right|