Who among you has never done this on a road trip: Yell “Hay!” when driving by a bunch of stacked bales, maybe even pointing, then ridiculing anyone in the car who rubbernecks wondering what the “Hey!” was all about? If you haven’t, you don’t know what you’re missing. For the first ten miles, tops. All the way to Big Sky: the vehicle’s occupants could come to blows.
Then you run the risk, being from North Dakota, of someone in the car declaring that it was straw, not hay…injecting utter buzzkill into one more semi-annoying way to pass the time on the road.
Hey! (look up)