Two kids came skulking up the driveway to stand behind his truck, so Ron poked his head out the door to ask them what they were doing.
“Playing hide’n’seek,” they said.
“Cool,” Ron told them, “just don’t get Ernie riled up.”
“Who’s Ernie?” they asked.
So Ron gestured toward the truck and said, “He’s watching you right now.”
And suddenly, there were no kids playing hide’n’seek in our driveway.
The View From the Handbasket 