Deep Thoughts Along the Apple Picking Trail

I was supposed to go camping with my friend Val this weekend, but due to the rain and flooding and 150% humidity, we decided to forego sleeping on the ground and instead drove up to Grafton for some apple picking fun. We always seem to come across extremely random things and/or conversations when we road trip together. For example, I present to you two actual conversations from our trip:

Conversation 1:

E: Is a “barge” just the part that carries cargo, or does it include the part that pushes the cargo, too? And if the barge pusher part is not actually part of the barge, what is the real name for the barge pusher?

V: I always thought a barge was just the cargo part.

E: So what do you call the barge pusher part?

V: We’ll have to do some research on that.

Conversation 2:

V: Which way should we take?

E: We should probably take the long way.

V: Why?

E: Because the short way takes us through a bad part of the city.

V: Well, it’s daytime. Surely we’ll be OK.

E: Well…OK. Just try not to look so white.