“You have to admire the simple subtlety of a country road sign,” Darren says.
Trying your best to concentrate on the road, you nod absently, not actually hearing what he said.
“Take this one, for instance,” Darren continues, “at cursory examination one wouldn’t think it’s any more than two stacked Cs and an arrow.”
You glance to the left and spot the sign Darren is talking about, then return your attention to driving.
“But a closer look will reveal the beautiful, hidden truth,” Darren drones on. “Turn your head sideways and the sign becomes two testicles and a phallus. A wonderfully subtle tribute to the male member, this sign gives the one who wishes to look a beeline to dick, without being offensive to those who’d rather not think about hunting for tube steak.”
“Darren?” you say.
“I’m never giving you a ride to church again.”