I did it again — I opened my mouth.
I drove behind a car carrying two guys. Their bumper sticker read, “War Is Not the Answer.” I knew better, but I pulled up next to them at a red light, rolled down my window, and said, “OK. If war is not the answer, what is?”
“Peace!” the driver angrily responded.
“Just curious,” I said, “do you think people in Tehran drive around with bumper stickers like that?”
“So you support the war?!” his passenger shouted.
Gee, I thought, what a sudden change of topics. All I wanted to know, if war is not the answer, then what is?
“Which war?” I said. “Iraq? Afghanistan? World War II? The Civil War? Can you be a little more specific?”
The passenger turned purple. “The war in Iraq! And where are the weapons of mass destruction?”
“Look,” I said, “I’ve got some bumper stickers in my trunk that say, ‘Beheading Is Not the Answer.’ Would you guys like a couple?”
“F— off!” they said in unison. Their car roared off