"Would you like to swing on a star" --Bing Crosby

When I was little, I used to think it would be nice to be a toll booth operator. Simple, repetitive work. Plenty of time to sit and think. Your own little booth. An honest living.

I never thought about breathing exhaust all day long when I was 7.

These days, there are lots of jobs I can think of that I wouldn't want. When we are on a car trip, we will sometimes play "would you rather be a ___ or a ___" to pass the time. It goes something like this...

Me: Would you rather be an Accountant or a Ditch-digger?

Well, I play. Hubby tends to respond with: What?! Neither. Where do you come up with this stuff?

But, of course, that violates the rules of the game.

Me: You have to pick one and state why.

Hubby: Accounting is incredibly boring. Ditch-digging is back-breaking work.

Me: So, which do you choose?

Hubby:

Me: You have to pick one and state why.

Hubby: Why?

Me: Not an acceptable answer. You can only ask clarifying questions.

Hubby: Okay, why are you doing this to me?

Me: Clarifying questions about the professions.

Hubby:

Me:

Hubby:

Me: Accountant or Ditch-digger?

Hubby: You're not going to let this go, are you?

Me: We have over 250 miles left until we get there. What do you think?

Hubby: Ditch-digger. Then, I'd have the perfect alibi.